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This  Opem  (in  one  Aci)  under  ihe  title  of  "  the  Mairt  of  St.  Briettx" 
was  written  and  composed  for  Her  Excellency,  the  Countess  of  Duf- 
ferin's  private  Thratricdls,  i^i  Governftieiit  House,  Ottawa,  lind  was 
produced  there  in  Febfuary,  1875.  It  has  since  then  l)een  re- arranged 
and  "extended  4nto  two  acts,  and  is  no)V  copjrrighted  and  printed  for 
presentation  in  the  United  Statei  by  JOHN  T.  FURD. 


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ARGUMENT 


The  scene  is  laid  in  the  little  village  of  St.  Brieux,  in 
Brittany,  during  the  First  Consulate  (cir.  1800).  To  this 
spot  Charles  Duval,  a  young  Englishman,  has  been  sent 
over  by  his  uncle,  who  is  concerned  in  the  endeavor  to  place 
the  Comte  de  Provence,  then  a  refuge  in  England,  upon 
the  throne  of  France.  Here  he  meets  the  Coratess^  de 
Beaudry,  a  Royalist,  who  has  come  to  the  village  dingqised 
ns  the  Widow  Barrle,  a  Parisian  dressmaker,  being  r^lly 
his  own  cousin  and  boyish  love,  who.  several  years  before, 
had  made  a  clandestine  match  with  a  Frenchman,  andl  had 
consequently ,  been  severed  from  her  family.  To  her  he  con-  ' 
fides  certain  papers  entrusted  to  him  for  that  purpose,  though 
without  recognizing  her. 

The  Comtesse,  taking  advantage  of  the  pasflCon  with  which 
her  charms  have  inspired  the  Mayor^of  St,  Brieux,  an 
elderly  gallant;  makes  him  the  unwilling  metiium  of  com- 
nmnictttion  between  herself  and  the  Royalist  patty  in  Paris. 
Having,  however,  incurred  his  animosity  by  rejecting  his 
addresses,  she,  with  Duval,  is  placed  under  suspiciod  of 
__4nga  conspirator,  and  is  in  danger  of  arrest.  She  cleverly 
eleaKlKedifficuUx  by  placing  his  proposal  to  herself  in  a 
ridiculous  light,  at  the  Bame.  tinie  threatening  to  reveal  his 
foolish  complicity  in  her  plot.  "^This  appeal  to  his  vanity 
and  fears  is  successful,  and  she  becomes  mistress  of  the  situa- 
tion, la  the  danger  of  the  moment  she  has  confided  to 
Duval  her  relationship  to  himself ;  and  his  love  lof  her 
which  has  remained  constant,  bears  promise  of  reward. 

There  is  a  slight  underplot,  turning  upon  the  jealousy  of 
a  blacksmith's  apprentice,  Pierre,  and  the  coquetry  of  the 
village  belle,  Marie,  niece  of't^e  blacksmith;  both  are, 
however,  happily  removed  before  t^p  end  of  the  play. 


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AN   ENGLISH    COMIC    OPERA, 


(I2ir  T-WO  ACTS.) 


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Thi  Opera  (in  one  Act)  under  the  title  of ' 
was  written  and  composed  for  Her  Lxcelie 

fcin's  Private  Theatricals,  at  Governmeut   ...____ ..,  ^,, 

produced  there  in  February.  ,875,  It  has  sJn.c  theafocn  re-drrpnged 
and  extended  into  two  acts,  and  i,  now  co|.yriRhted  and  printed  for 
presentation  in  lln^  Uiiitcd'States  I  ,y  J  >  U X  T.  1'(JR D. 


T/i<  Afaire  f/St.  JJrifux,'* 
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DRAMATIS  PERSONiE. 


THE  ^r  A  YOU  OF  ST.  BRTEUX. 

CHARLES  DV'VAL.  nil  Engli.-*hmnii. 

MONSIEUR  BOr  I LLET/a  DlaoksiuitU. 

PIERRE,  au  Approuti-o. 

COMTESSE  DE  BEAUDRY,  a  Royal Ut,  dwguUcd  as 

^ladanie  Barrie,  Dressmaker.  - 

MARIE,  Nicco  of  ^iQuVieur  Bouillet.    . 
POMPON,  Secret  Agout  of  the  Police.  .      . 

GcDdarines,  Peasants,  Blacksmiths,  etc. 

TUeeccmuhiidia  tl^i  Uttle  Breton  VUlnge  of  St.  Bncux, 
Costumes  ia  the  tim:  tf  the  Conmlate,  cir.  1800. 

PROPERTIES. 

An  artiflt'B  «asel,  palette  and  mahl-stick ;  a  wreath  and  two  gar- 
lands  ofroa^fl;  two  bottles  of  wine,  long  French  bread,  aandwidieii, 
plates  and  glasaea,  table-cloth,  on  tray;  an  anvil  and  two  heavy 
haminer!j;aportinanteautilicKlwith  the  following  articles:  a  couple 
of  coats  and  some  linen  j  a  portrait ;  an  empty  bottle ;  a  cork ;  a  pis- 
tiil;  l)r'Hh  and  comI»;  box  of  pUh;  a  tooth-brush;  bundle  of  papers; 
a  pip«;  a  s-uhII  |ic.iire  of  a  horse;  a  pair  of  ^purs  and  whip;  a  ladv's 
slipper;  foine  hair  in  a  brown  paper  parcel ;  a  book ;  aciscar-case.with 
cigars;  band-box  for  blacksmith;  band-boxps  and  fashion  books  for 
cliorurt;  another  bundle  of  paper" ;  proclamation  for  Mayor;  three 
letters;  two  red  resetted  forbad.  B. 


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Etitqrcdaccordin^t^Actof  Crfogre^,  In  tho  yfliAr  1879,  by 
J,  T.  Fonb,  >•      • 

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MAYOR  OF  ST.  BRIEUX. 


K  E.  Small  table,  H.  \H  E.  The  Blark>mUh  uU'h  hit 
apprenticfji  working  at  anvil  m  forge,  L.  Villagen  at  back 
and  round  Jorrje.  Lighh  up.  All  charadfrn  on  stage  except 
the  Mayor,  Mad.  Barrie,  Marie  c^nd  Duval,     Choru$  a$ 

Curtain  riies.  •        . 

CHORUS. 

Work,  brothers,  work,  while  the  ruddy  atoms  vield ; 
AVork,  brothers,  work,  tlio  heavy  hammers  wield. 
Now  is  the  moment  whentho  vi<^tory  must  be  won, 
Work,  brothers,  workJpJT'the  labor  will  be  done. 

RECITATIVR'  ' 

Blacksmith. 

Hear  the  bellows  creak  and  cry 
.  To  the  sparks  that  quiet  lie 
In  the  forffe  fire,  dim  and  low,    . 
'*^-^;  Waiting  idly  in  the  glow. 

Offl  away!  away!  away  I 

■    ■  ■'./  '■•  .:-  ■  „;■   \  -ARIA,.  V 

See,  like  boys  let  out  to  play  ^ 

•       On  some  summer  holiday,  .     ' 

Out  they  leap  towards  the  skie^,  / 

.      Springing  through  the  chlmuey  high,         . 

With  a  roar  of  wild  desire ; 

Lnaping^highcr,  higher,  higher, 
.       Till  the  iron,  in  its  Dcd, 

Wakes  to  life  of  glowing  red. 

^w  the  work,  beneath  our  blows 

Shaped  and  fashioned,  ever  grows. 

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CHORUS. 

Btrike.  brothen.,  .tr.kc  1  t»  "  "  "^^  ^^^  ,„„,t  »k,  won. 

Kow  U  th«  r  "*'\''L  T  aid  «ur  YZr  will  be  duuc. 
Biriko.  brothcM,  utriko  I  aud  our  mou 

the  birthday  ot  the  M»r "^^i^;-  ^i  u-  Up  U.  I  ^^  "'"^ 

t.Mlay.     If  it  .'^  »  ^.1S„!  I'u'U  ftud  »  drink  ot  wmo 
whon  you're  tmul  ot  dunc.n^  y  u  i  ^,^,^^^  ;, 

r "^  T,  "'l  SVo  aKito  h^^  liouor  to  diuuer,  auJ 

BOKO.  .         I 

[PoTOpon,  B»  A.  O.  r.j 

I  am  a  Becrct  a^nt  of  Police. 

An  agent  of  PoUw^m  1. 

'  r,n  fond  of  my  name,     - 

And  proud  of  the  innie 

Of  Pompo°»  **^*^  ■^?'^?^^   ' 
To  key-holei  often  do  I  creep. « 

In  private  letters  peep,    ^ 
AnknotaBecretcanjheykeep 

From  Pompon,  the  Becret  spy 
I'm  Pompon,  the  secret  spy, 
By  nuture  taught  to  pry ; 
All  secrets  can  I  ppy.        % 
For  ttu  agent  of  Police  am  I. 

•       The  8mib9rveBuflferea,andthe  Wows; 
mpmvtes  on  my  wretched  nose. 
AtteKs  from  unfpendly  foes.    ^ 

And  many  otlier  woes.  . 

But  I  am  a  secret  agent,  etc.,  etc. 

Pompom,  (^^^^t  of  the  police.^ 
oHheloto!!  am  the  ^cret  agent. 
AsecreUgentof  tl^l^^ 

titlc>r  it  u  a  distrnguished  M  ^^  ^  ^^j^  ^^^^ 

Police— Pompon, ».  A-Z-'v  *•    ^ 


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get  ria  <>f  th».  habit  of  .o'^iing.  I  .houl.l  b«  •  iur«u«l  .itJ 

vSo       Al  !  hew  ccmio  Mario  ainl  Ymx..  Sillu.g  and 
«^riik«  a  pair  of-rnu..     I  will   rHire  ancl  o»-erv«. 

I  ch(i^lU«r«l  aucl  n»  lor  Mon-iur  Duval.  th«  .trango 
FuaSin.aii  y.ni  call  him.  he  dauc«  inleiiciully :  ju.t  lor 
Si  tilo  wTria  lik"  Punchrncllo.  I  c«uld  duhcjc  oil  day  w.th 
Lira ;  and  I  will,  too.  if  you  t«M«  rao-thcre  I  .       _ 

PiKRRE.  But,  Mario,  como  uow.    (Cooxmy'y.;  0 

f^KRR'i.^Trui'Uow.  thi*  Monsieur  Duval  I   no  one 
knlrXo  he  ilf.  or  whit  ho  i-,  or  what  he  i.  afUr^uo 

goo<l,  I'll  he  boumL 
Marie.  Ho'm  an  artist  .     .     , '  ..    , 

Pierre.  You're  a  woman.    Now. /^behove  he  «  plotting 
<with  these  ChoUan»:  he'a  »  »py,  •  cOta-piratort    Artin^^^ 
rmlSed  I    Why  he's  Ua  hnl/n^  these  three  weelcs  nastf^ 
I"  r;Lr  unci,  and  he  ha.s  nJit  Jfono  a  picture  bigger  Un    ^ 
.  r  ppade  yeu    He'*  maaagetl  to  tuia  all  your  -illy  htUe 

""""U^^irty  head  I.  not  .illy.  .ir.    You  used  la  say  It 
WQB  •  very  pretty  little  head  once.    (^Preiendi^p  to  try. ) 

"lERRl^TheVe,  now.  don't  cry;  Marie,  ft  t,  »  very 
pretty  litde  head,  and  I  dpn't  like  to  see  it  on  this  English- 
KJ  shoulder.    There  I    Duu't  dance  with  him.  Mane. 

^mlM^nvMei^a^.)  OhI  .o«;lon'twi.hit  m^^^ 
certainly  is  an  excellent  r«a^n.  Vou're  jealous,  that  s  w  hat 
^,u  aii  I  hatU  jealousy.  Remember,  sir,  we  are  ijot 
J.arrfed'yet  Kofail  not  likely  to  be  I  There's  many  a  slip 
'twixt  tho  cup  and  the  lip. 

QUARREL  DUtl. 
[Marie  and  Pierre.] 

jr.       4^'    ;nxt  the  cup  and  the  lip 
There4s  many  a  slip. 

Ab  many  a  lover  has  found. 

p.  There's  a  proverb  as  good. 

If  it's  well  undarstood. 

"Twixt  two  stools  you  fall  tp  the 


■"•"".■  A  ■ '      ' «»  . 

\  •■•-.■:•  ■  -    • 


■\  ■•■■••■.  ■■  ■  ■  ■  ■:  ■  .:■     ■.,:■■■. 

.4/.         -  Two  string  to  niY  bow „ 

I  choose,  sir,  to  show.  • 

111  lixct,  I  thiiik  that  is  too  few* 

^        P.;  In  love,  miss,  you're  told 

*  To  be  off  Avith  the  old, 

/  Before  you  ai'o  on  with  the  new. 

'        nf       *    .       ' 

M.  Your  wish,  then,  ni  obey,  sir, 

{Courteaying)  And  bid  you  nqjv  good- day,  sir, 
I've  nothing  more  to  say,  sir. 
Good-day,  good-day,  good-day. 

-  {Going  off.) 


P.  Oh,  very  well,  then,  go,  miss, 

Be  off  to  your  new  beau,  miss, 
.    1  Since  you  will  havfe  it  so,  miss.  • 

•       X    -_'     Good-day,  good-day,  goocPday. 
:-  {Exit  PierreiR.) 


Marie.  Poor  Pierre !  I  do  really  love  him;  but  one 
mav  as  well  have  some  fun  before  iimrriage,  one  gets  so 
little  after.  M. .  Du  val  a  conspirator  iucleed !  ( ^a  ughs. ) 
Ah,  Pierre,  lad,  if  you  only-  knew  who  are  conspirators 
here  you  would  be  rather  astonished.  You  might  treat 
^*' silly  little  heads  "  with  jnore  respect,  perhaps ! 

{Enter  i>uvalf  L.  U.  E.)       . 

„  DuvAt.  Ah,  my  pretty  Marie,  what  have  you  been  doing 
to  poor  Pierre?  I  passed  him  just  now,  and  ho  looked  ad 
black  as^  ten  thunder  storms. 

.  Marie.  Nothing.    We  were  only  playing  at  Proverbs.>" 
II3  doesn't  want  me  to  dance  with  you  at  the  fete  to-dav. 

Duval.  Not  dance!  ludewlyoushall,  though,  if  Pierre 
pacs  iiitoa  straight  waistcoat  on  the  spot.  But  I  say, 
Marie,  I  want  you  to  do  something  fpr  me. 

Marie.  WJn? 

DcvAi;..-  Hd^ve  your  uncle's  black  mare  saddled,  and 
send  some  one  out  to  see  if  there  are  any  news  of  that  big 
race  I  told  you  about  over  in  England. 
.  «]\[ari&.  And  you  are  going  to  give  me  a  thousand  francs 
if  vour  horse  wins? 

DirvAL.  Yes.    I  will,  too.  ' 

.  Marie.  I'll  po  and  send  some  one  off  directly.    A  thou- 
sand francs  I    Wliat  funj    Won't  I  tease  Pierre  I 


mm 


•■■;    ;.';'.;■.    .'  'PUET..   ^  :  .     ' 

.[Marie  and  Duvul.] 

Marie.       If  I  had  a  thousand  francs  to  spend; 

What  I'un  I  would  have  till  I  got  to  the  end. 
(Meditatively)      I'd  buy — I'd  buy — I'd  buy — 
Duval.       UTiat  would  you  buy?    What' would  you  buy, 

Funnjr  little  maiden  Marie? 

,^_  rd  buy— I'd  buy— I'd  btiy— 

What  would  you  buy,  you  fairy? 

I^  I  you  )  fS^  *  thousand  francs  to  spend, 

I'd  buy— I'd  buy— I'd  buy— 
What  would  yoii  buy  ?    What  would  you  buy  ? 

I'd  buy— rd  buy— I'd  buy— 
A  new^air  of  shoes  with  a  pink  rosette, 

And  uHboddice  of  blue  with  silver  laces. 
And  a  bran  new  doll  for  little  Babette, 

And  I'd  take  you  all  to  see  the  races. 
She'd  take  us  all  to  see  the  races.  ^ 

rd  buy— I'd  buy— I'd  buy—  .       ;  V  : 

Kuby  ribbons  and  an  apron  new,  , . 

Ancf^  fine  white  caps  in  the  latest  fashion ;       * 
Chocolate  creams  and  ices,  too-^ 

Fc^r  chocolate  creams  I  have  a  passion. 
For  chocolate  creams  she  has  a  pastdou. 

I'd  buy— I'd  buy— I'd  buy— 
Your  thousand  francs  would  gallop  away ; 

Gold  in  maiden's  hands  ne'er  tarried. 
I'd  put  some  by  for  a  rainy  day, 

When  Pierre  and  I  may  peihaps  be  married. 


Marie. 

DUVAI* 

Both. 

Marie. 
Duval. 
Marie. 


Duval. 
Marie. 


Duval. 
Marie. 
Duval. 

Marie. 


Oh,  if  I  ^j®  j  had  a  thousand  fi-ancs  to  spend, 

Whiten  I  ^J*' }  would  havetill  |  '{^]  got  to  the  end. 
/  {i^^it  Marie,  L.  V.  E:} 

^  Duval.  (Coming  front,  takes  a  smell  hetting-booh  from 
h's  jwcLet.)  12,  18,  26,  h'm.  1  and  1  i^  2.  tes,  that's  a 
cool  2,000  I  stand  to  win  this  Derby  if  only  the  Count  can 
go  the  pace.  (He  takes  a  letter  from  his  pocket;  another, 
drops  on.  to  thet  ground;  reads.)  "Honored  Sir— The 
Count  is  all  right.  It  will  be  a  tough  things  but  he's  bound 
to  beat.  Bony  ean't  stay.  Yours  respectfully,  Bendigo 
Bro\xn."    Short  but  sweet,  Bendigo  Brown!    I  wouldn't 


'"  t1>T-"-1  -TlMi 


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9  ■'■a;  ■;';^-;;    \':--*i'  . 

.  .       ■        .  -      ■    ■   ■  /      ■    ■ 

■■'';..         ■    ■  ■     " '  ^    '  "<"- 

Wro  a  fartliinff:  It's  nock  or  nothing  *!»«  /J>"«»  ""J^  .?.^ 
mi^rakc.  If  Bonv  doesn't  founder,  I  slmll.  (-Sec*  the  letter 
oa  the  ground.)  :Hu11o!  there's  that  letter  I  have  to  gn-o 
to  '♦mdarae  Barric,  Dressmaker"  (tunia  it  qver  curiously 
m  his  hand^).  whoever  she  may  be.  Well,  it  a  none  of  my 
business.  Uncle  sends  me  over  here ;  pays  alUxp9n8C8.^  ^o 
questions  asked.  But  it  is  odd.  The  mysterious  madame 
Sas  to  say  to  me, "  Silk  is  rising."  Then  I  hand  my  letter 
to  the  mvstcrious  madame,  and  exit  Duval.  Well,  1  wisH 
gi!k  would  rise  soon,  and  then  hey  for  England  once  morq. 
I  hate  this  France.  It  always  reminds  mo  of  Cousin  Mary 
and  our  ol4  boating  days  before  that  confounded  Frendi- 
man  ran  away  with  h-r.  I  think  she  cared  for  me  a  little 
then.  I  know  I  loved  her.  Hcighol  that  s  ten  years  ago ; 
ton  years  without  a  word  from  her;  she  must  be  dead ;  at 
-  any  rate  she's  dead  to' me.  i    . 

------------".— -:-^~-^    BALLAD.— -■-^-:^-     .:    ■  '-^--^ 


[Duval.]  * 
WHITE  AND  HXK. 

Floating  down  the  river  slow, 
Ko  one  by,  none  to  spy,  . 

We  together  boating  go. 
Dainty  Cousin  May  and  I. 

All  my  sense  bewilder'd,  flies. 
Cousin  May,  the  little  fay, 

With  hc^roguish  hazel  eyes. 
Laughs  at  what  I  say. 

And  the  sun  comes  shining  down 
Oil  the  fair,  soft  golden  hair, 

Sun  shade  pink  ana  muslin  gown, 
Fairy  Mary  sitting  there. 

"Shining  sun  and  wanton  wind. 

Ever  stay  so  all  the  day, 
liCaving  me  would  be  unkind, 
Happy  me  1"— I  say. 

i5ut  she  only  blushing  cries, 
"Charley  fiol"  (Charley's  I.) 

And  to  catch  the  rushes  tries, 
Jis  the  boat  drifts  slowly  by, 


-a 


1 


V    Keating  ott  my  oars  I  think, 
Do  you  kuow  i  love  you  80? 
Do  you  love  me,  white  and  pink  t 
la  it  yea— or  no  ? 

(Cfoea  vp  the  stage  and  aits  at  easel,  R,  C,  Enter  fJ^e 
Mayor  and  Blaeksmithf  the  Mayor  with  Ms  hands  full  of 

papers.)  ■         _  .     .        _     .. 

Mayor.  News?    Yes,  indeed,  my  dear  Monsieur  Bouil- 
let.    Great  nviws ;  niost  important  news ;  biit  you  would  not  / 
understand  if  I  were  to  tell  you.    You're  a  very  good, 
honest  sort  of  a  fellow;  Bouillet,  a  capital  blacksmith,  but    .^ 
you  can't  be  expected  fo  comprehend  state  matters.    Come 
now,  for  oncej-flhali  I  try  to  explain  to  you  ? 

Llacksmith.  WvU,  I  don't  know.  I'm  a  thick-h€^aded 
Bort  of  a  mail,  but  I  mi^ht  take  it  i^    G.o  on. 

Mayor.  Well,  well,  look  here.  This  Count  de  Provence, 
who  escaped  over  to  England  in  the  big  troubles,  is  trying, 
with  hia  tirienda  in  France,  to.  upset  Bonaparte  and  take  the 

throne. 

Blacksmith.  Upset tlie little corporall    Nothel 

Mayor.  Well,  he  is  trying;  ancl,what*8  more,  tryiog 
hore  in  Brittany^-here  in  St.  Bricux — ^here,  where  I  am - 
the  Mayor  I  These  dispatches  tell  me  that  there  are  people 
in  this  very  place  who  are  in  regular  cpmmunicatioa  wit^ 
Paris,  and  they  can't  find  oiit  how  it's  done.  Listed!  il  ^ 
have  orders  to  arrest  and  search  all  suspicious  characters. 
\LooUs  v-p  C^  and  nods  significantly.) 

Blacksmith.  Why  you  dou't  say  that  he-^—(ifoy(^ 
nods  again.)    Bless  me,  I  should  never  have  thought  it  1 

AIayor.  Very  likely  hot,  my  dear  Bouillet ;  that's  just 
the  difference  between  us.  It's  my  business  to  thmk. 
{Whispering)  We  must  search  his  baggage  to^Jay.  I 
warrant  we  shall  find  something  beside  nightcaps.  I  never 
liked  the  fellow. 

Blacksmith.  I  did.     ; 

Mayor.  You  !  but  then  you're  not  so  accustomed  to  plots 

asXam.  ^  ):-- 

PLOT  TRIO.  / 

pllacksmith,  Duval  and  the  MayorJ   ^ 

MAYORi  -  HereaplotI 

f„  There  a  ploti 
"  Whatever  is  the  reason! 

"      riibeBhot        ::■''- 

■  If  they^re  not  ^ 

Always  hatching  treason. 


i  t 


■     10    .       \:- 

■         -    '  '      -•■■■■   N, 

It's  absurd, 

But, 'pou  my  Word,' 
It's  mor^  thaii  I  can  bear,  sir. 

If  you  go, 

Down  below,  , 

*Tisn't  hotter  there,  sir. 


.■\ 


{Takes  Blachinith's'aiinnervQVsly.) 

(Spoken^)  I  do  assure  you  that-what  with  guns,  swords 
ftnd  gendarmes,  pickpockets,  plots  and  stray  pigs,  mandates, 
edicts  and  proclamations,  lost  children,  organ-grinders, 
mobs  and  mad  Englishmen,    -  V 

(Sings.').    Why  I'd  rather  be  d  monkey  than  a  ]Mayor,  sir. 

Here  a  spy, 
Th^reaspy, 
»   »  Plotting,  sir,  and  schemiiig, 

7  7  "^  Kightandday,  :  ^    : 

P'raps  you'll  say  t* 

'^  Surely  i  am  dreaming : 

You  mistake, 
I'm  awake. 
Oh,  you  needn' 
Listen  now, 
This  ishow. 
This  if  how  I  fare,,  sir. 


f 


(Spoken.)  For  breakfast  they  give  me  a  little  plot  well 
peppered ;  for  dinner,  a  brace"  of  conspiracies,  served  a  U 
maitre  d'armes ;  with  a  fine  big  rebellion,  devilled,  for  sup- 
per, till  I  dream  of  blunderbusses  and  hot  water  all  night 
long.^  Ah,  I  do  assurer  you,  my  dear  Monsieur  Bouiikt, 
for  Aw  tail  is  not  60  ba(l  as  ?rty  tale^-rthat 

(Sini/s.)    I'd  rather  be  a  monkey  than  a  Mayor,  sir. 
BiJVAiu  (At  back,  Q.)  <> 

1  wish  you  would'^go  t'  - 

Mayor.     ■,■:'■/.  -  >-        ■  ,/  ■•:---..-._. 

But  I'd  have  you  to  know 
That  I'm  not  at  all  sluw,^ 
•     I  can  pick  out  a  spy 
With  aglance  of  my  ey^ 
.V  And  take  a  man  in, 

1  From  his  toos  to  his  chin. 

And  follow  his  nose 
-        ^        ;  Wlicrevcr  it  goes —  '  -  / 


liinaH 


Duval.  (  Comin<f  doivn  front.) 

Oh,  bother  vouf  nf^e, 
*    And  vour  chin  and  your  toes. 
Just  listen  to  me-— 


ft 

« 


Mayoh. 
Duval. 


I'm  the  Mayoi,  isir,  you  ace." 

Ohfiddle-de-deol 

BLACKSMltH.  (Apohf^etieafhj.y 

He's  the  Mayor,  sir,  you  seo  I 


Duval. 


Mayqb, 


You  keep  Up  such  a  chatter, 
And  a  clatter,  with  your  patter, 
And  your  fussing  and  yoUr  worry. 
And  your  hurry  and  your  flurry. 
As  if  you  really  were  the  great  Mogul  f 

.     ■      ExSESfBLE,/ 


'^ 


i^e  words  to  mc  I  to  me,  the  IMayor  I 
With-J^age  I  choke,  I  tear  my  hair. 

Duval  AND  BLAcicwm^  " 

With  rage  he^cMces,  he  tears  hia  Imir  I 

(Duval  goes  up  backy  and  sitiat^eiMel.) 

MAYOft.    That's  a  dangerous  fellowS^He's  full  of  plots. 
I  can  see  it  in  his  eyo ;  he's  a  cpnspirator/^^Che  rascal  has 
absolutely  no  respect  for  municipal  authority.   H 
must  be  searched    I'll  go  and  see  about  it.    (E 


A 


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■   i' 


( 


ibaggag 


Blacksmith.  Well,  who  would havb  thought  it !  ^^. 
a  good-natured  young  fellow,  too.  D jar  me,  dear  nvj  I 
what  a  worldl  I  must  go  and  have  a  glass  of  wine  to  hold 
myself  together.  (KcU  into  house.) 
^  Duval.  {Athich,  still  painting.)  Whatapepper*potit 
is.  AVeH  I  mu^tu't  be  ungrateful  to  my  one  amusement  iu 
this  miserable  hole,  though  he  is  such  a  pompous  little 
wretch.  {Hums  to  himself)  "  With  rapja  I  choke,  I  tear  m^ 
hair."  >  (Ente»3fadame  Jbarrie,  L.  She  cornea  doum,  Duval 
Mill  goes  on  singing.  At  last  she  bursts  out  laughing.  Du- 
r  I  starts  up.)  A  thousand  pardons,  madame^  I'm  sure: 
I  didn't  l:now  I  had  au  audience. 

JI^Iad.  B.  Ic's  mv  liiult,  monsieur.  The  audience  should 
not  have  laughed.  (-Asicfc.)  My  messenger!  Poor 
Charley  1  ^  Fortunately  hd  does  not  remember  mc.  {Aloud.) 
Monsieur  is  an  artist,  I  presume^ 


•kAi 


— — — '■— 


Duval.  No,  madamo,  no,  ( Aside.)  My  drewraakw 
for  a  guinea  I  I'll  give  her  a  chance.'  (Aloud  and  with 
tmphwis.)  The  fact  la  that  I'm  a  kind  of  silk  merchant ; 
I'm  traveling  in  silk.  « 

Mad.  B.    Indeed  I  I  am  very  mu^ch  interested  m  silk 

myself. 

Duval.  {Aside.)  I  thought  »o,  {Alov4,)  My  undo  w 
in  the  silk  business  in  England. 

Mad.  B.-    {Markedly.)    I  hear  it  said  that  in  England 

aUk  ia  rising.  ,       nr 

Dvvxh.  S.  Aside.)  My  dressmaker  I  {Aloud.)  Ma- 
dame, I  perfectly  understand.  I  have  the  honor  to  place 
this  letter  from  my  uncle  in  your' own  fair  hands.  {Gives 
letter f  as  she  takes  it  he  attempts  to  kiss  her  hand:  she  with- 
draws  it  hastily  with  an  angry  glance,  and  go%  up  back, 
reading  leUer.)  ^-^  ^  -  ^  V  i^ 

DuvAii.  H'm,  well,  for  9-  dre&mlaker,  I  must  say  that  s 
a  charming  creature;  looks  like  a  queen,  and  talka  liko  a 
duchess,  has  the  voice  of  a  siren,  ana  the  hand  of  an  angel, 
and  a  foot  like  a  fairy,  and,  and— Oh,  hang  mo  if  I'm  not 
in  love  at  first  sight!  Odd  though  I  I've  seen  her  some- 
where before.  I  know  that  voice  as  well  as  my  own. 
Where?  I  must  have  a  talk  with  this  mysterious  dress- 
maker.   Madame? 

Mad.  B.    Monsieur! 

Dl^al.  (Tries  to  put  his  ami  around  her  vKiist.)  Shall 
I  help  you  to  read  your  letter? 

Mai).  B.  Thanks,  no.  I  can  read  very  well.  I'll  read  you 
a  sentence  to  show  you.    {Reads.)  "  Though  Charley-^" 

Duval.    Charley  I  Does  he  mean  me? 

Mad.,B.  Oil,  yes,  Charley's  you!  Oh,  you  need  not 
mind,  your  Uncle  and  I  arc  old  friends, 

Duval.    Are  you? 

Mad.  B,  {Beads.)  "Though  Charley  does  not  under- 
stand our  business,  he  is  a  gentleman  and  maybe  safely 

trusted  to  behave  as  such." 

Duval.  I  beg  a  thousand  pardons,  madame.  I  was 
rude.    But  you  are  no  dressmaker. 

I^Iai).  B.  Ah,  you  are  not  quite  recovered  yet  Come, 
nev0r  mind.  >  I  forgive  yOu.  I /^ee  we  shall  be  friends. 
No;  I  am  not  a  dressmaker,  but  ^  am  in  tlio  same  busiucsa 
as  your  uncle. 

Duval.    SiUc? 

Mad.B.    Silk. 

Duval.    I, wish  I  were  in  the  same  busiuess.^    (Qoes  up 

stage.)  '"^- 


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V 

V 


BfAl>/B.  Perhapfl  you  may  be  before  long.  (Ande.) - 
"  Good  nowa  at  lost  I  good  nova  at  last  1  A  few  mora  dam 
and  then^ook  put  foJr  yourself,  my  good  little  l^laater  Na- 
poleon Bonaparte!"  CKme$  letter  and  put$  it  into  her 
hoMmS)  Well  now,  tell  me ;— I  haVe  been  away  to  Paria 
on  business,  you  know* 

Duval.    Bilk? 

Mad.  B.  8ilk,  certainly.  Hav'n't  you  foun(|  it  rather 
dull  here? 

DuYAL.  Dull]  I've  had  nothing  t6  do  but  tease  that 
fUssT  little  Mayor,  and  flirt  with  Mane,  here. 

BIad.  B.  Marie  1  Oh,  monsieur,  Je^kve  pretty  Marie 
alone.  These  simple  country  daises  won't  bear  transplant- 
iu]^.    She  is  only  a  daisy,  you  knoW,  not  a  rose. 

::.,... .,^.^:.:.:_.._^„„„.  BALLAD.:— ---■■:-  — :  .-■  --■  ---. :--'^-;-; .--:-- 

[Madame  Bame.] 

•  ONLY  A  DAISY. 

■  . .  *  ,  ■■..,.,  ■    ■  ■     .     ■  •  •  ■ 

;  ^   Only  a  Daisy,  indeed— r /^  * 

Plucked  from  its  stem  for  the  whim  of  an  hour, 
Cast  on  the  path  as  a  valueless  flower. 
Left  there  to  dlQ  as  a  weed. 

Love  and  trust  reared  its  head 
I      Up  from  the  fostering  lap  of  the  ground,    V 
Into  tht  bright,  happy  world  it  had  found, 
Now,  the  poof  Daisy  is  dead. 

'Tis  but  a  Daisy  hafl  died:  ^   , 

Strolling  down  through  the  Park  one  day. 
He,  the  young  Sir,  from  the  Hall,  came  this  way> 

Plucked  it,  and  threw  it  aside. 

Nay,  had  it  been  but  a  rose,    . 
Delicate,  scented,  Persixm  sweet, 
Would  it  have  lain  so  sad  at  my  feet  ? 

What  is  a  daisy?  whoknOwsfVi  ' 

Had  he  but  iust  let  it  lie. 
Maybe,  some  diy,  there  had  come  to  the  place 
One  who  would  care  for  its  innocent  grace,  _  ^^ 

Take  to  his  heart  the  "  day's  eye."  . 

{During  the  song  Ditval  hdabeen  attentively  walefiing  her.)  v 


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MiliUfaAiMUk 


.,     14  .■■■■  ■  ■   ,   •■/■■•: 

Duval.  Madame,  I  am  convincod  I  have  Been  you  be- 
fore. Your  voice,  wUcu  you  Biug,  briugs  back  memories  to 
me.    Have  you  ever —  ? 

Mad.  £i.  {Ilurriedh.)  Sir,  you  must  be  mistaken. 
I  can  assure  you  that  Madame  Barrie,  dressmaker, 
never  had  the  pleasure  of  meeting  Mr.  Charles  Duval  'till 
this  morniog.  fcjhe  is,  however,  charmed  to  have  that 
pleasure  now.  (Makes  a  low  coudenij.)  Koav  you  must  go. 
rce,  oil  the  girls  ore  dancing  on  the  green,  and  Wondering 
where  th.ir  now  beau  has  hidden  himself.  They  tyill  be 
quite  jealous  of  me.    (XaMf^/u/i^r.) 

Duval.    I  shall  see  you  again  soon,  then  ? 

jMad.  B.    Yes,  vcs.    Quite  soon  enough.    Go,  go. 

Duval.  Good-bye,  then,  madams,  for  a  whole  half 
hour,  or  ten  minutes.  I'll  mal;e  it  five  if  possible.  {Aside.) 
I'm  over  head  and  ears  in  love  with  that  woman  already^ 

.'v   .  ■     ■        DUET.--' 


Duval. 


[Madame  Barrie  and  Duval.] 

LOVES'  MINUTES.         >       ^ 

Five  minutes  are,  to  lovers*  eyes, 
Five  wagon  loads  of  bliss  or  sighs. 
When  Cupid  drives  the  wagon ; 
"With  bli^s  for  load  'twould  r^ly  seem 
The  naughty  lad  whips  up  his  team 
'       And  never  puts  the  drag  on. 


^Iad.  B. 


How  hard  the  load  of  woeful  sighs 
When  iate  keeps  Jack  from  Jenny's  eyes. 
Poor  Jenny  thinks  full  oft,  I  ween, 
-  Such  creeping  snails  were  never  seen. 

Eepeat  both.    With  sighs  w-hen  Cupid  fills  his  w'ain. 
The  wheels  stick  fast  and  so  remain 

Before  j,®  \  lady's  bower. 

Duval.  But  by  her  side  they  fly  so  fast, 

Ko  sooner  here  than  they  fire  past; 
With  scarcely  time  to  tell  that  bliss. 
By  art  and  nature,  rhymes  with  kiss, 
REPEivT  BOTH.    Though  Cupid,  kind  young  charioteer, 
A         Has  really  gone  to  sleep,  the  dear,' 
And  stayed  perhaps  an  hour. 

(Exit,  L.  u.  e:) 


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^-"^A'^^^r'iewar 


15 


I 


■  ■  f 


Mad.  B.  Ah,  ^Faater  Charley,  you  nearly  recognized 
mc,  though  I  nm  not  much  like  tfio  ('DUMn'Mftrj' of  tea 
years  a<^.  How  hiuul-omo  he  Inm  grown !  I  uonder  if  ho 
MiH  forgotten  nio.  Well,  wo  fhall  see.  Tm  my  own  niia- 
trc«iuow,  at  all  evcuti.  {TaHa  Idtcr  out  and  remU  it.) 
Glorious  HQ\x9l~(l!eadii.)  "All  arrnnjicmcnts  aro  com- 
plete this  time,  and  beforo  long  Franco  ghull  see  the  fleure 
f,  do  lys  again  wavo  in  the  hreeze.  Coniraunicato  the  inclosed 
plann  to  our  friends  in  Paris.  Your  woman's  wit  will  find  a 
sate  way."  Safo  way,  indeed!  {L^ivjlihtg.)  Yes,  the 
good  Mayor  of  8t.  Brieux  little  dreams  when  ho  so 
obligin'dy  Ibrwards  letters  ftom  ^'Madi.me  Barrio,  dresa- 
maker,'  to  her  sidtcr  in  Paris  hy  his  own  private  courier, 
with  the  nioiit  especial  caro  that  they  shall  bo  delivered  be- 
;  foro  anything  cK^e,  wl.at  a  service  ho  is  doing  us,  and  what 
a  ridiculous  old  gooso  ho  i^. 

{Enter  from  house,  BouiUtt  carrying  a  hand-box,  he  gives  t( 

to  ^iadume  liurrie.) 

BouLLiET.  Here,  madame,  more  work  for  your  pretty 
fingers. 

AIad.  B.    More  work,  eh !  that's  right.  ? 

BoCiLLjET.  Hero's  my  daughter  up  the  country  JSerid* 
ing  back  tha  last  bonnet  you  made  for  her:  i>he  says  itVauta 
Sonio  c Iteration  i:i  th'j  lining.  % 

Mad.  B.     Alteration  in  the  lining,  eh  ;  let  me  sec. 

{Bouillet  goes  to  Jorge,  Mad,  B.  at  table,  i?.,  takes  a  letter  out 
^^  _  oj  bouintt.) 

BouiLLET.  Just  fancy  sending  a  man  on  horseback 
twenty  mHcs  about  an  alteration  in  the  lining  of  a  bonnet  I 

Mad.  B.    {Laughing.)     Yes,    indeed!      Now    a    man 
would  never  trouble  himself  about  the  lining  of  a  bonnet 
would  he?* 

BouiLLET.    Bah!    I  should  think  not. 

Mad.  B.  {Aside,  opening  letter  careJaU-j.)  A  iLst  of  our 
friends! — fifty  at  Noiisy,  thirty  at  Framboise,  two^hundrcd 
at  Crevit^)^— a  good  list  I    Now  to  answer  it. 

{Sits  at  table  end  preten^Bjtt  arrange  bonaet,  but  really  writes 
on  a  slip  of  paper  ^^h  she  concealMk4he  lining.) 

BouiLLEt.  (At  forge.)  Little  f«:ol.s  little  fools!  dress 
and  dancing,  frills,  ibunc«  and  foolery!  Well,  welf,  it 
keeps  them  out  of  mLsehicf,  that's  ono  thing. 

Mad.  B.  (lil ling  and  pntfing  borntet  back  into  box) 
Just  so.  Keeps  them  out  of  mi^ehiefj  a.s  you  say;  A  woman 


V5!?^    . 


MHHIMi 


/ 


^':- 


BOULUEV. 


Mad.  B. 

BoriLLET, 

Mad.  B. 


16 

(win't  plot  wltH  a  howMA,  caa  iho.  Tliero  Monsieur  Bouillct, 
I  tlilnk  your  «laii:,W»tcr  will  unv  thnt  that's  nil  ri-^lit  now» 
Th.!  liuynf  U  much  improvcU.  It  wa^  too  full.  I'vo  taken 
lomo  out. 

DUET. 

(  [Madame  Barrio  and  Bouillct] 

Tliia  baud-box  guard  with  care. 

i  will,  madame,  with  pleasure, 
IM  like  to  see  what's  there, 

What  is  thia  precious  treasure; 
One  little  peep —  >  » 

^h,  no. 
(Buns  round  alaje,  she  following.) 

Ono  peep,  I  must  I  S  —    ' 

You'd  better  1      -^ 
There's  nothing  there  to  show, 

Except  that  precious  letter  I 
You  men's  rough  fingers  rude, 

Although  they'd  like  to  do  80, 
Must  really  not  intrude 

On  ladies'  wedding  trousseau. 

'-:,^^%.        On  ladies' wedding  trousseau. 
■^    't^,  -i       .  OIad.B., pushes  h'un^ off  stage,  L.y 

Mad.  B.  Now^whaJ  obstipate  things  men  are  I  J[t  takfis 
a  woman  to  manage  them.  {Looks  offal  back.)  ffh,  hero 
come  all  the  giria  in  the  village  with  my  latest  Paris  fash- 
ions. (Laugh.)  I  hope  they  like  them.  I  have  had 
everything  trknmed  so  that  our  friends  can  understand 
how  matters  are  going  on.  Rose, means  "get  ready" 
Blue  means  "  wait.'^  Green  is  "  danger,"  and  white  is  the 
fii.^nal  to  rise.  AVe  haven't  quite  come  to  white  yet,  but  we 
shall  soon.  Now  I  dare  say  the  little  fools  wonder  wliy 
thnir  fathers  and  brothers  are  so  interested  in  the  color 
of  their  dresses  and  bonnets.  {Laughs.) 
'  {Enter  ai  back,  chorus  of  girts  and  women  carrying 
band-boxes.  They  come  down  frotit  hurriedly.  Matie  en- 
ters with  them.) 
Chorus.    {Singing  as  they  enter.) 

/\      Madame     Barrie !     Madame    l^arriol 
i^Iadame  Barrie  1 V  ^^^ 

■      ISIadame  Barrie,  this  is  shocking^    ~^ 
V/c  poor  gif la  you're  surely  mocking. 


^«' 


if55VlT'','8Sl'lW ' ' 


17 


,  ,  I' 


{Open  l^aml'boxetf  fhow  honmU,  tlrcMe*,  f/c,  oil  ffUt  oJor.) 

8w  wimt  horriU  lonklnf^  djo-'mh 
You  luivo  nuulo  tor  .Suuday  ilreHjJCH  { 
Call  tliM  thinif  11  UmiR't,  why 
Ilonllv  I  coultl  nliu'Ht  (TV. 
VxM  fiol  fi^!  lio!        '      ' 
Fiol  fie!  fiol  fie!  .     . 

CnonC3.  Last  time  you  cauuMvhy  Jill  WM  blue  I 

All  was  bill')!  all  w;h  bluol 
Don!)  t)*,  drc"*.-','-*,  BtocUiu;;!*,  tool 
.  All  wjH  l)!i!<' !  n'.lwasMuol 
Mad.  B.  Tlmt' in  tnti' — vt-ry  tru(».  ^ 

C'uouua.  The  tiui.-"  lK't'i>ro  why  Jill  v.ns  grocii ! 

All  wai  pi-ct'ii!  nil  was  p-eeul  - 

Mtulnmo,  priiy,  what  do  you  moan, 
Willi  your  horrid  blue  ami  grttu? 
^I.\i>.  B.  That,  my  dears*,  luu't  Vi't  he  f.'eu. 

,  C'iioliU3.  Kow  you  dro:?s  us  all  iu  flaim'! 

.  *  WluU'.-iyourganK'?  what's  your  gome? 

Brunette  or  hloude,  it'rf  all  the  ,-ani j !    ijjgf 
What's  yourgftme?  what's  your  gamcf* 
It's  a  Hhamj !  it's  a  ^haulc! 
Mad.  B.  What's  n  Hhauie? 

(Thcij  i)utf>rimrd  a  girl  dre»icd  t'.U  III  vo.*e  color.) 

Cnouu3.  Now,  madamc,  you  nuist  conies.-* 

That  is  uot  a  pretty  dress 
,     For  a  lady  nor  a  pca.saut. 
Mad.  B.  (  4'J/V7f.'. )   This  is  g  •ttlni^  far  from  plrasant. 

{xiloud.)     That  is  qiiito  the  latest  fr.!^hiun,  "^ 

I  a-'.-uro  ymi,  it's  tho  IhshioD, 
iBo  pray,  dear,  spare  }-ourT)a«?ioi^< 
Dou't  be  angry,  child,  Iproy,^^ 

For  there's  sftrolv  no  d<?nyin;j 
If  the  costume  that  you're  trvin.'?  " 

*  Doesn't  suit  your  stylo  of  beauty, 

Why,  I've  only  done  my  duty, 
'Tis  the  fashion  of  the  day. 
CHonrs.  ■     What's  that  you  say  ? 

What's  that  you  say  ?        ,■'■■;    .:\;-^.,  ■ 

{All produce  ^fhshmn  plates,  and  point  to  them.) 

27i».9  the  fashion  I    I  shall  faint! 
Mad.  B.  —  "Well,  my  (kur.-s,  you  ought  to  paint--* 


^ 


'•"•ffF"^' 


r' 


■ 

•  I  sionv^  LI  ton !  Kotr  vo  ought  to  fc.hi{  I 

Vv'iih  vcKnlion  wo  coulJ  crjr, 
FLI  flw^l  fi.>!  fio! 
Fio!  fiol  fiol  fiol 

( They  daoh  their  band-bMCi  on  ihr  floor,  aitd   i.rmple  on 

il^m  au'jv'Jy,     L,i tcr  r^ n u / //  <  fionii*  of  «io» 

at  Lack.'    Via- re  iiUit'4  uilh  them!) 

Cnoni -^  oi'  mex.    *Th  tho  blrth-dnj  of  tho  Mnjor, 

01*  tho  Mayor,  Mnyor,  Mayor, 

Of  tho  Mr.yor ; 
And  tho  imu^lily  littjo  digitfl, 


■■Sft  . 


Of  our  niiffrv  littlo  nikljjit 


Were  never  iiu.dvyBath  other's  eyoa  to 

tcnr,  tear,  tejj||p 
Were  iicvor  m^Jo  <)|ch  other's  eyes  to 
tcarl 
( Waltz  viovciucHf.)    So  como  to  the  danec,  girla, 

C\>m3  to  lUo  (laaco,  girls. 
Leave  nil  your  r^uarrcla  nml  wrangle* 
,  nwhilo.  V  • 

*••  Angry  grimaces    -         ,' 

Bpoil  protty  faces;  ^^ 
.,  ('omo  to  tho  dance,'  girls, 
■W  Au J  bring  Ui>  a  bumIo. 

(T^ity  all  waltz  round  and  off  at  bark,  Maria  comes  fa 
Pierre  hided  behind  Jorge.) 

modarac !    What  troublo  you  have,  to  ho 


1 


Mai^ieI 
<uro.       **^ 

Mad.  B' 
nothing,  it *< 
crirls  arc  ou 
is  rather  try 

^Iarie 


Tnouble,    child!      Oh,   that's 
fit  i>luch  fun  to  think  that  tli:33 

itir  h^akllyooniplcxioiis,  though. 
All,  when  will  tho  "  whit } "  come. 

Mad.  B^    Soon,  child,    soon.     Now    run    away — you 
mustn't  be  seen  talking  to  rac  too  much. 
(^}larie  runs  off,  It.) 

PiERHE.  There  W  sotnething  going  on  between  thoso 
two.    What  ii it?    I  must  watch.    (Ejclt,L.) 

^Iad.  r».  Now  what  troublcsoms  things  girls  are ;  it  takes 
men  to  manage  them— .'roractiraa.^.  (JJooh  off,  L.)  Ah, 
there  they  are,  dancing  away,  as  liappy  a3  tho  day  is  long. 
I  am  so  happy,  too,  this  bright  glad  spring  time,  I  could 


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dance  myself. 


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% 

* 

•.* 


.    [Madame  Barrie.] 

%riu«  tlmo  U  luTo,  BO  gfod,  so  deafi  ^ 

Sweet  wuuuy  scoaoo  of  youth  oiul  of  lore; 

Flow  vii  cro«'r  l»ri;;lit  in  iho  glad  Kunlight ;  * 
1'iUrth  u  as  fair  m  the  ileavcu  abov«i 

*Lovo  while  y<m  ran.    Bincc  lovo  Wgan, 
Spring  i«  tlie  Heaaon  to  woo  and  to  wod.  '9 

Take  then  your  <lay  now  while  you  may ; 

Love  tiiuo  U  patit  when  the  fpring  time  hoMi  (lod. 

Summer  coon  flics,  and  Auturpn  fust  dies; 

Spring  i*)  tha  fiouon  for  pleasure  and  Uiirth  ; 
Chill  ia  tlie  chetH^lun  winter  ia  nrnr  ; 


» 


Cold  growd  the  heart  with  the  colducss  of  ealAll, 

Yi)Uth,  fjiir  and  gny,  will  hasten  away,  ,  ^ 

Beauty  flica  ort'ou  a  wild-bird's  wing-  £  ' 

Love  will  not  Btay,  seize  then  to-<|ay,  ^. 

Ko  one  can  tell  what  the  morrow  may  bring. 


I 


{Enter  Mayor,  JR.,  followed  h'j  a  Gendarfne.) 

3TATf>n.     ( Affectcdlij.)    Ah,  charming  widow  Barrie,  so. 
V  you  have  returned  to  UA  nt  last  to  maice  the  niglitingales 
^  \lie  of  envy,  and  tantalize  our  poor  bachelor  hi^rtalrith 

'**    ,  your  charms.  -  '    . 

Mad.  i;.  jN^ow,  if  vou  are  going  to  talk  nonsense,  I  sfcall 
have  to  run  awjay.    (PretciuU  to  tjo  o/,  L.) 

Mayuu.  ( H(Mt!lj. )  Cruel  widow !  but  pray  doh't  go  («h$ 
reUirnnt.)  1  fhould  hi  perfectly  content  to  bo  tongue-tied 
ft}]  my  life  if  >t  nii;j;ht  only  look  ut  you.  {She  moves  away,  i., 
^fiii^)  Ah,  stay.  (Site  itops.)  I  really  couldn't  help  it, 
ibb  out  can  liclp  pnyiug  you  complimeiita.     {She  moves  tif 

Mad.  B.    1  see  I  slmll  rcnlly  have  to  go. 
"Mayor,    (ioml  gracious !  what  am  I  saying!  come  bajk. 
I  haven't  Pcen  you  lor  three  months — you  know.    Bay  I    Is 
.     there  i^nythiug  I  can  do  for  you  in  Paris>  my  courier  ia  just 
Btarting.  . 

Mad.  B.    (i4«/(/e.)  My  postman !    (Aloud.)    No,  thank 

you,  monsieur,     I  have  no  commission  to-day.    Oh,  ly 

the  way,  since  you  arc  so  kind,  perhaps  you  wouldn't  mind 

sending  a  little  note  for  my  f^istor.  Rue  Carrabacel,  as  before. 

~  ^         It's  p'nut  a  new  hoadnlrcaj  {laughing — aside)  Bd  iti(i»a 

— — — — crown  1 — ^ — — — - —  ■      ■■  ' ^— — — — 


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V  '■  -I 


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iiife- 


.|,: 


Mayoh.     Cortaiuly,  ceTtaiiily.XIIecomesjotuartf  eagerl'f 
to  receiv'j  thc\iioie  which  she  holds  out;  as  he  appt-oqch^s  afie 

^^LvD.  B.  Veihap^,  after  all,  it  doeso't  matter,  it  is  such  a,, 
tiifl",  and  it  >Voulcl  bo'  troublinj^  you. 

_ Mayor.  Vluughinghj.)  Troublidff  me!  (Tikes  note.) 
Hero  pu,  sirJ  see  tluit  this  notq  is  delivered  to  :\Xudamo 
Barrie  3  sLster,  Hue  Carrabaccl,  immediately  ou  you  arrival 
iu  Paris.     (  To  Madame^.)    The  ganie  little  shop  as  before  ? 

Mad.  B.  Oh,  yes,  please.  Certainly,  the  same  little  shop 
As  before.  ^Gendarmesrdnten,  tikes  note,  andgoesof,  LXJ.  E.) 

Mayor.  There,  my  dear  widow,  that  triHing  service  is 
done.  , 

Mad.  B.  I  as-iJure  you,  nionsieur,  you  underrate  your 
goodness. 

Mayor.  Kot  at  all,  not  at  all,  sweet  widow.  (Tahrt  her 
hand.)  May  I?  {He kisses  it.)  {Aside.)  Shall  I?  ^  Looks 
af^er.)    Iwill! 

GOURTXXO  DUET. 

\       [The  Mayor  and  widow  Barrie.] 
j'uii:  widow,  I — 

fjjtidej    Ah,  here  it  cornea !     (^/oMe/.)  Goo<M)ye. 

I— ll— in  ^ct,  that  is,  you  see  1— I — . 

(Asiife.)     Dear  me,  poor  soul,  he's  reallly  very  shy  t 

iMowi)    What  is  it?    Anything  that  I  can  do? 

Ah,  that's  just  it !     (Languishinghji)    Ah,  if  you 
only  knew! 

Knew  what?    (Aside.)    I  do,  you  dreadful  bore! 

(Aside.)     JIow  handsome  she  is.  what  a 
Ma}X)res3  sho  would  make  I  Here  goes! 
(Aloud.)    Fair  widow— 1. 

AVhy,  that  is  what  you  said  b(^fore!#  .         ' 

Fair  widow  Barrie,  here  upon  my  knee.     (Kneels.) 

Pray  don't,  you*ll  get  the  cramp,  and  then  you'll 
-seel.  ■■ 


m:i}. 

■  /. 
J/: 

W.B. 


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M. 

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1KB. 


■:,  '■,21::.  ;■;■■■■:;..    :^    .;,.       '       .. 
I  loyo  you,  widow  I     (Amle.)  Thero  it  U  out  flat  I 

Oh,  love  I  Tlmt's  nil?    You'll  soou  get  over  that. 

Such vouthiUl  maladies  were  best  forgot. 

.  ■     ■  .   '  '         'i'- 

I  kuow  I  am  not  still  a  vouth— 

Ypu'renot! 

Nor  handsome  as  I  used  to  be,  not  f|uite. 

Upon  my  word  I  really  think  you're  right. 

(Iiipiqueatid  de^pemtion.) 

Oh,  be^tching  wido\v; 

See,  I  never  did,  oh, 

Never  such  a  woman  dltl  I  see. 


Such  a  silly  Mayor,  sir, 

Is,  I  fjjney,  rare,gMr, 

Aaitn^oue  that's  making  love  to  rac. 

Charming  widow  Barric, 
Say  that  you  will  marry. 
Say  that  you  will  marry,  marry  me. 

(CouHsei/inff.) 

Thank?,  I'd  rather  stay,  sir, 

As  Tarn  to-day,  sir. 

And  would  rather,  thank  you,  single  be. 

Say  yes,  yes,  yes  J  • 

Say  no,  no,  no! 

Ah,  cruel  widow,  can  yoiV treat  me  so? 
Say  yes,  yes,  yes.' 

No,  no,  no,  no! 


7- 


(Exit  Madame,  B.  L.) 

Ma  YOB.  The  Mayor  of  St  iricux  refused  by  a  dress- 
maker!  Oh,  she  cannot  mean  it/I  'Tisn't  possible!  There i 
some  mistake.  Perhaps  she  thbught  I  waa  only  jokina 
Perhaps  she  didn't !  Never  miiid,  I'll  pay  you  off  for  th^ 
my  lady!  I  know !  I'll  nretencl  that  I've  had  information- 
that  she  is  concerned  in  this  Rq'yalist  plot,  and  that  I  ?hall 


■*"^S^'^ 


mask 


•■,_■•.■•;■  ;■    22   ■■- 

Lo  obliged  to  have  her  nrrpstcd  and  searched,  Tliat  will 
hring  my  lady  on  her  knees.  "Spare  me!"  phe'll  say. 
•  xVrrested  and  searched,"  I j]ki11  repeat.  "  Not  searched !" 
•'he  will  cry,  with  a  sob.  Wit  is  not  I  that  search  vou, 
inadame,"  I  hhall  say.  "  It  13  France,  all  France."  That 
will  frighten  her,  and  then— well,  we  shall  see.  Perhaps  she 
won't  despise  the  Mayor  of  St.  Brieux  after  that,  though  he 
is  not  quite  so  young  as  ho  was. 

Playor.] 

THE  OLDISH  MAN. 

Ti^  hard  to  be  an  "oldish  man" 

Who  wants  to  chango  his  life; 
*Ti<  hard  to  hit  upon  a  plan 

To  get  a  pretty  wiilv 

Tl)<>joIly  days  when  WG  were  young, 
•    And  rattled  round  the  town, 
And  rode,  aad  danced,  and  loved,  and  sung 
Were  when  ih'so hairs  were  brown. 


>* 


.». 


But  now  they're  just  a  trifle  gray, 
And  I've  grown  brown  instead,       / 

At  i)alls,  girls  like  me  brst  away, 
And  say  I  dance  like  lead. 

"We  had  no  aches.  Or  pains,  or  groans, 

Xor  indigestion  then  ;  / 
AVo  never  know  that  mc  had  bones. 

We  merry,  youngish  men. 

But  now  the  belles  have' other  beaux, 

And  other  flirts  to  i'an  ; 
They  don't  fan  me,  f  >r  no  one  knows 

The  wretched,  oldish  man. 

..."  L 

I'm  just  as  young  as  over  now; 

And  dance,  I'm  sure  I  can  ; 
I'm  not  disposed  to  make  my  bow; 

I'm  not  an  oldish  man. 


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^ Milken  ridiculous  attempts  at  dancing.     The  chorus  ^ntert 
0)1  tiptoe  Lehind,  while  the  Mayor  is  practicing  his  steps  in. 
.     front.) 


Of 


aasKS; 


fik 


23 


a 


Clonus,  ,    •< 

'Th  tlm  Mayor, 

•See  how  he  dances ! 
AVith  Avjmt  an  air  ■ 
'         ^  Tlie  old  boy  prancos. 

XooU  !  look  !.*  look !  look  I       . 
What  step3*and  spaces ! 
' ,,  *  See!  sec!  see  I  gee! 

■^  What  queer  grimaces. 

..        ■        .  ' 

lie  wags  his  funny  head        ' 

Like  a  little  ball  of  lead, 
As  he  agitates  the  tails  of  his  coat. 
He  flouri.<hei«  his  legs 
-^^^^  X^^  • 

And  he  cuts  as  many  capers  as  a  coat 
-  Haflm!  ha!  hai  *'      * 

^      ■         :■'  K  ■'  ■  '.   ^  ■.."■■-■-■ 

,*'•""■ 

.      -      'Ah,  rascals,  ah!       ■ 

Ila!  ha!  ha!  ha  I 
{Embarras-^ed.)  . 

^  '  I  was  only — 

(Sarcasiicfj//i/.) 

lie  was  only— 
Ha!  ha!  ha!  ha! 

■         I  was  only —  -     ^ 

■  Tie  was  only— 

\|  Flourishing  lii.sk'gs, 

(A  I^ilvO  a  pair  of  wooden  peg?!,      "  ' 

While  he  cut  as  many  cajf)ers  as.a  goat. 

(Mayor  fvalks  up  and  flown  on^rllj,  shaking  JiUfiHtandfftfm' 
ping  hU  ears.)  • 

CURTAIN. 


Mayor. 
riioRus. 

3lAY0R. 
X'HORt'S, 

Mayor. 
Chorus. 


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D* 


%//!«  (IS  Actf,     Bj  nif/ht.     Colored  lamps  in  trees. 

h       '■■;_  ■■.-■■■  ■  ■     , 

(Enter  Jlarte  from  house  carrying  imtj  with  bread,  butter, 
mndwiches,  wine,  etc.    She  places  tray  on  table.) 

^Iarie.  (  To  be  spoken  through  music.)  What  a  delicious 
ilay  this  has  becu,  to  be  suiv!  I've  dauced  four  times  with 
Monsieur  Duval,  and  Pierre  is  a-j  jealous  and  sulky  as  pos^ 
wble.  Oh,  it's  charming !  Poor,  Icllow  I  I  must  make  it  up 
or  there  >rill  bo  pistols  au<l  blunderbusses  in  thecfise.  How 
nice  it  is  to  halve  pomeboii y  to  love  one  so  desperately. 


\' 


SoxG— THE  PEASANT  GIRL. 

A  little  peasant  jtifl  nm  I, 

A  simple  villi^^'e  maid,  no  more  ; 
x\.ll  day  I  sin<j  without  a  sigh, 

jN/o  troubles  puss  my  cottage  door. 

/  ■,   ■  ■■■■..■ 

For  all  things  liSvn  mo,  so  I  sing,    * 
Because  my  litart  is  ever  gay  ; 

I  hoar  thoVrhid  bi ids  caroling^ 
I  know  I  am  as  glad  as  they. 


I  would  not  change  my  simple  state, 
For  all  the  eliarms  of  life  at  court ; 

I  would  not  live  amongst  the  great. 
For  all  their  ^wide,  so  dearly  bought. 

For  aU  thin 


'o* 

gs,  etc. 


A  little  fun,  a  little  dance,  , 

A  song  lo  cheer  my  daily  task, 
V  The  sunn^  sky  of  sunny  France, 

A  little*love  is  all  I  ask. 

For  all  things,  etc. 
•^  '  '  (Exit  into  house.) 

{Enter,  L.  U.  E,  crowd  of  male  peasants  only,  carrying  the 
Blacksmith  on  their  shoulders.     They  set  him  down ,  front  , 

Blacksmith.  (Recitative.)  Oh,  you  rascals!  You  want 
the  wine  already,  do  you.   Well,  well !  I'll  go  and  see  to  it, 

(Exit  intQ  cottage.) 

-■      -(2:1)       : 


mmm 


23 


ees. 

d,  b  litter, 

delicious 
mes  witli 
:y  as  pos- 
[iko  it  u[> 
se.  How 


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ruse.) 

ing  the 
,  front. ,  ./ 

►u'  want 
Be  to  it. 


Crobus. 


BURGUXDY  WINE! 


Burgundy  wrne!  Burgundy  wine! 
ijrtve  ua  a  buioper  of  Burgundy  wine  I 

Xet  youth  have  its  dancea, 

^QJoy  all  its  chances, 
But  give  us  the  cheeiy  old  winei 

The  women  they  tease  us/ 

There's  nothing  can  please  ua     • 
So  well  as  a  bumper  of  wina 

•      Burgundy  wme!  Burgundy-wine! 
ijive  us  a  bumper  of  Burgundy  wine  f 

filed^UhbotUea.     They  open  them  and  drink.)  j' 

BLACKSMira.  (Reeitaiive.)  Ah!  That's  nil  iviif  -«^ 
fV^^^'  Why,  there  aU' a  do^^h^l  7^^ 
each  joUy  glass  pf  that  «K)d  old  stuff-^warrS  fuU  me^ 

all.    Gome,  111  amg  you  a  song,  myself.  """»»  "w, 

chSr"^    ThatV  right;  go  on/^dwe'U  fill  up  th^ 

THE  BLACKSMITH'S  LIF^ 

.  Otheramay  talk  of  their  learning  and  wealth. > 

Of  their  ancestors,  honoiB  and  rank  • 

But  Iw  me  I  ^rather  have  cbmfortknd  health.       ' 
Andcontentment,  thanown  half  the  bank. 

_  In  the  village  I've  many  a  friend,  «  ' 

I  ve  ameal  fbrthe  poor,  and  a  cu-  ifgood  cheer 
^  And  It  may  be  a  trifle  to  lend.         «^  ^*»^r 

For  a  b^cksmith's  life  is  the  life  for^ine,     } 
Rough  and  ready,  honest  and  free; 

lltft^^^!^^  '"i*^  ^  ^^^' '''«  *J»«  l»«n^  of  a  man. 
And  the  dupt's  only  outside :  deny  it,  who  can  I 

CHOBU8.--Por  a  bhicksnuthVli%  ote^ 

With  battles  I've  nothing  toW 
And  gloirVat  best  but  a  batUedor«  game, 
'Hipugh  I  love  the  bold  "  red,  white  and  blue." 

Ai^  If  ever  a  foe  should  put  foot  on  our  Una" 
And  set  up  the  standards  of  war, 


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vVVVU  see  if  this  brawny  okl  Waclcsmithy  han  1, 
;    Can't  show  thum  the  jvuy  to  the  door.  ' 

'But  a  blacksmith's  life  is  the  lifefor  me; 
l^s^'  Bough  and  ready,  honest  and  free; 

■  Though  the  hand  may  be  black,  it's  the  hand  of  a  man ; 

And  the  dirt'3  only  outside :  deny  it,  who  can  I 
>  CuoRUs. — But  a  blacksmith's  life,  etc. 

Blacksmith,  tl^ow,  lads,  give    us    another  verse  of 
your  song,  and  th^n  be  off  to  the  dance  agaifl^ 

\Clioru»  sings  second  verse  of  "  Barguniiy  Winey')  -        - 

\   ,  Burgundy  wine!  Burgundy  wine! 

Give  us  a  bumper  of  liurgundy  wine  I 
.  What's  life  but  a  bubble; 

•        '  All  trial  and  trouble  I     . 

:'-  -  .■     -.•••••■■  Let's  fill  it  with  jolly  old  wine.  

.      .  Then  bring  out  your  bottles ; 
>        Uncork  their  old  throttles, 
; .  And  pour  out  your  Burgundy  wine.  f 

Burgundy  wine!  Burgundy  wine  I 
Give  Us  a  bumper  of  Burgundy  wine!  "        "     > 

*        (27<e  refrain  is  heard  dying  away  as  ihe^f  go  of.    Blacksmith 
comes  down.)  *       . 

Blacksmith.     There  I  now  they're  gone !     I  declare  I 

J      feel  all  in  a  quiver  I    (Drinks.)    J ufet  like  a  piece  of  soft 

iron.     Upset  the  little  corporal,    will    they!      (Drinks, 

becoming  slightly  affectedi)    Here's  his  jolly  good  health  1 

,       AVell,  we'll  see!  we'll  see  I 

\Enter  Mayor,  L.V.  E.) 

'  Mayor.    Hush!  Now's  your  time.    The  Englishriian'i 
dancing  away  there  like  a—" 
Blacksmith.    Pea  on  an  anvil — bah! 
Mayor.    Just  so.    Now  let's  go  and  get  his  baggage, 

the  rascal! 

Blacksmith.    Yes;    let's^  get   the   rascal's   baggage. 
^        (Hesitates.)    I  say— you're  sure  it's  all  right    Eh? 
.  Mayor  .  Right? 
f  Biacksmith.    We  sha'n't  be  getting  ourselves  into  trou- 

■■■■:-    ble-?  .■;■■-    '  ■  ■--   ■. 

Mayor.    Trouble? 

Blacksmith.    Yes.    Burglary,  bigamy,  prigamy,  thiev- 
ing, stealing,  you  know. 

Mayor.    Sir!    Am  I  not  the  Mayor  of  St  BrieuxT 


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tlk 


BLACKSMirn.,   You  are.    Of  course  you  ar«.   "  . 

Mayor.  {Pdmpouslif.)  Then,  sir,  yuu  arc  under  the 
protection  of  the  law— tlie  protection  of  t Uq  luw. 

y-    ""-^^^  X^eutUinto  Cottage.) 

(Enter  Pierre,  L.U:^  '  .  m,L  :- 

PiERBE.  There, miss!  You've  done  it  no\T.  Ihia  is 
the  last  time,  the  very  last  time,  four  times  she  danced 
vith  him,  four  times,  and  I  asked  her  not.  Oh  Mane, 
Marie  f  how  can  you  be  aa  cruel  to  one  who  W  you  so 
dearly  1  I'll  go  away,  go  off  to  sea,  and  then  perhaps  she 
lirill  remember  her  poor  faithful  lover.  /\ 

BALLAD. 
{Pierre.] 
*  YOU'LL  THINK  OF  ME. 

Bear  love,  despite  your  cruel  words, 

I  know  your  heart  is  true, 
You  cannot  help  but  love  me,  sWeet, 

Bo  dearly  I  love  you. 
For  I  am  yoars,  and  you  are  mine. 

Though  aeas  may  roll  between,  \ 

And  other  stars  may  on  me  shine ;  \ 

You'll  tlunk  of  what  has  been.^  * 

When  I  am  fiir  away,  dear, 

Far,  far  away  at  sea,  ^ 

."When  dark  night  follo\vs  day,  dear. 

Ah,  then  you'll  think  of  me. 

You'll  say  whate'er  his  faults  may  be. 

He  ever  loved  me  well. 
True  hearts  are  worth  a  woman's  smile. 
The  pearl  mit-lives  its  shell. 
'  And  you  will  call,  and  I  shall  come. 
My  darling,  back  again. 
To  that  sweet  side,  my  own  sweetheart. 
Which  now  I  leave  in  pain. 
V    When  I  una  far  away,  dear, 
•  Far,  far  away  at  sea,       - 

'       When  dark  night  follows  day,  dear. 
Ah,  then  you'll  think  of  me. 
,  -   ■  ►  ■  .  ■■     ..  ^  ■ 

Yes,  I'll  go  and  buy  a  sack  of  charcoal  and  smother  my- 
^self  comfortably.  :  v  r; 


^P  ■  " 


•      .28        ■    ■ 

(During  ths  laH  verae^  Pompon  and  OendartM*  entsr,  Ik- 
U.  E. ;  at  its  cloM,  he  sneezes  violently.  Fierre  exits,  IL  U,  R) 

.  SONG  AND  CHORUa 
[Pompon  and  Gendarmes.] 
"  THE  GENDARMES." 

'Tis  for  the  people's  sake  I  stra;r, 
Diiguisod,  the  Btreejts  thro' nightly, 
^      That,  80  for  myself  find  out  I  may 
If  things  go  on  all  rightly; 

Known  well  to  all  the  name  I, tear,  ./ 

The  famti  of  Pompon's  everywhere}  T~~ — — 
Pompon,  the  spy^— those  words  secure 

Obedience,  swift  tmd  sure. 
'■   Yes,  ftom  me. 

Obedience,  swifk  and  sure.  "  ' 

Chorus.— 'Tis  for  the  people,  etc.,  etc.         , 

Happy  title  people 'ueath  our  sway, 

The  streets  were  roaming  loightly,  V 
That  so,  for  ourselves,  find  out  we  may. 

If  thing9  gp  on  all  rightly. 

PofPON.  {Coming  forward.)  Good  evening  to  you, 
Monsieur  ^ttre.    {Aa  Pierre  enters,  R.  U.  E.) 

PiEBR^K)h,  that's  you,  is  it.  Pompon? 

TouFOi^  Monneut  Pompon,  at  your  service.  Monsieur 
"Picne,  (Takes  out  note-book.)  (Aside.)  Going  to  buy  a  sack 
of  charcoal,  is  he?  Now  where  did  he  get  the  mone^r  from? 
(Writes.)  (Aloud.)  That's  a  nice,  soothing,  sentimental 
ditty  of  yours.  Monsieur  Pierre. 

Pierre.  (Contemptuousjly:)  You  think  so?  (Aside.) 
Ass! 

POM^OK. 
4*IERRE. 
PbMPON. 

(Sneezes.y^^  •,     ♦ 

'    (^Pierre  goea  towards  R,  enter  the  Mayor,  JBlaeksrhith  and 
'3fariefrom  house,  parrying  JDtuvdFspdtimanteau,  which  they 
set  dovm^  C.)  - 

Blacksmith.    HuUoJ  Pierrfe,  lad,  where  are  you  off 

tot-        .,■.-:    -:  ■   ■■■•■.      "  ■^:><:^-  ■•  .-'.■•''"    ■^-■- 
Pierre.    I?    Oh, I  was  only—  ^^ 
P(»iPON.    Oh,  Pierre's  going  into  housekeeping ;  he  waa  . 


Yea ;  it  made  meTfeel  like  hanging  myseHl 
Why  don't  you  go  and  do  it  then  ? 
Hang  myself!     -Very  objectionable.     I— 


t-t  ■ 


'tf "  *>, 


k 


I 


ei  may, 

;  to  yow» 

Monsieur  : 
luyasack    i 
ley  from? 
Qtimental 

iiyselll 

3le.      I— 

nhith  and 
^hichihey 

B  you  oflT 
g ;  he  vrioa  . 


i 


■1^:, 


off  to  bu^ya  sack  of  charcool,  just  now.  (}fartt  looha'ai 
Pierre  and  croiuiee  to  him,  making  overturee  of  reeoneUitUion, 
vohieh  he  rejects.) 

Ulacksmith.    Well,  itay.    We're  goinff  to  tinxch.  that 
;  Englishman's  baggage  while  he's  away  at  tne  dance.    Do . 
you  know,'  he  is  a  rank  conspirator  t    Why,  we  might  all 
nave  been  murdered  in  our  beds  I    Puffed  out  like  a  lot  of 
sparkal    What  a  monster  I 

I'lERRE.    {To  Marie.)    There!  I  told  you  sol  and  yott 
wouldn't  believe  me.    Now,  who  waa  right  ? 

^Iariv.    Oh,  you,  of  course ;  men  always  are. 

PORTMANTEAU  QtJARTETTR 
\  [The  Mayor,  Pierre,  Bouillet  and  Marie.] 

i\?       '  Quick,  quick,  before  he  comes  back,       ' 

_:  _1     Quick,  quick,  open  his  pack,      _ 
pick  the  lock  or  turti  the  key, 
We  shall  see  what  we  shall  see, 

,    Mayor.    Stand  back,  good  people,  I'm  the  Mayor, 
Of  course  it's  I  must  see  what's  there. 
{Kneele  on  one  hnee  before  portmanteaUf  C,  the  rut  etandtng 
or  kneeling,  li,  d:  L.  of  him.)    ..  ^        ^ 

^  Spoken  THROUGH  Music. 

Coats,  waistcoats,  linen,  that's  all  right. 

What's  thb?    Here'*  something  tied  up  tight— 

A  lady's  portrait,  done  in  chalk. 

An  empty  bottle,  and  a  cork  {SmelU  bottle,) 

Contents,  hair  oil,  in  all  his  boots  I 

A  pistol,*©  I  thought— he  shoots. 
•    A  Drush  and  comb,  a  box  of  pilb, 

A  toothbrush  and  a  pile  of  hula, 

A  pipe,  a  picture  of  a  horse, 

A  paiP  of  spurs,  and  whip,  of  course, 
.  A  lady's  slipper,  I  declare! 

Aud  why,  what's  this?    (Opena  d  large  brovm. 
paperparcel.) 

Some  locks  of  hair! 

A  book.    Fine  books  the  fellow  reads  I 

Tobacco  and  some  famous  weeds. 

Upon  my  word  a  very  good  cigar.     {Puti  eigar 
in  hia  pocket.) 

At  last,  here  arc  his  papers.    {Pitlla  out  paeket.) 

* 


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80 

All.     At  laat,  here  are  his  pnpom. 

Mayor,    Now  then  I'll  tmiwlttto  tlicm  for  yoii.. 

BLACK«MiTir.    Udmimujly.)    What  a  fino/flinff  It  le. 
to  have  an  education,  to  be  Hure.     Why  I  cau/eveu  rJacl 
them  I     ( r/tey  «//  wAer  ro^d  the  AfuLr.)    ^      *"  ''^^ 

ril\'    !l  ^T"^"}  /  {?**"«'•'  •« »     T'»^  «>"^  "  quite  S 
That  8   he  Comte  de  Proveuco  I~"  Bony  hq^'t  a  cBimM  3* 

•^Pu'auZr'^     Here's  trea^onl     ffi"™^^^^ 
thorcalnan.es.     "'^^^Ji  XTsMh^^^^ 

a^-p.--Lri^^ 

Marie.    /Arrest  MonsieUr  Duval  1» 
Mayor.  /Of ^course/  Perhaps,   thoii^^h.    on    Becond    " 
thoughts,  we  had  bctteAait.     Tllertj  are. J, iany  Strang. 

~Sil"lT  ^'^^•'"^^  ^  his  confeJeS.*^ 
suspect  th^t  dressn^ker  is  m  it.  too.  -  (Mme start,.)   We'll 

have  herysearcheSr  Hu.h.  don't  say  a  word.    Shc'a  coul- 

QUARTETTE. 

^larie,  Pien^e,  Mayor  and  Bouillct.] 
"HUSH." 

Hush  I  hush!  hu?hj  hush  I 
_  Don't  .siieak  go  loud.  . 

Hush!  hum  hush!  hush  I 
Beware  the  crowd. 
Arrested  he, 
It's  clear,  must  be. 
The  secret  keep 
Till  bo's  asleep, 
i  *  AVc'd  better  g!,,        . 

.  Cro,  go,  go,  go.  -  /      , 

^'E.    i,heloohoff,L,asHheenten,     Pompon  sneeze»). 
St^k."l    ^^''  "°^  <iear  Monsieur  Pompon.  >ng  still  in 


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PoMPOX.     (CoufMfd.)     Yt*.  Mmbme,  yet.    I  find  thif 
quiet  M|M)t  conducivo  to—tthein— mwlitatiou. 
Mad.  B.     a  pot^tl    Oh,  don't  dcuy  it,  iMonskur  Pom- 

poii;  I  «ee  It  m  y(mr  c^c;  your  Krwx'ftil,  tlioughtiUI  brow. 
(.!««/«.)  Hog  a  epy  of  the  pohce.  Uhud.)  Ah,  Mon- 
M('ur  Pomimu,  wo  \)oot  wom»n  positively  dote  ou  n<K'tii. 
Ub  ige  mo  by  acrepting  thin  favor  to  ^;ear  over  your  ixH'tic 
Boul.  {I  iM  ronette  (o  his  breast  Pompon  maket  ejcaggeraUd 
ffeMures  of  grati/icaiion.)  ^ 

Pompon  Oh,  Madame,  this  is  too  great  an  honor. 
hUide.)  Pompon— 8.  A.  O.  P.I  Hole  Authority  On 
loetry.  (Aloud.)  A  thousand  thankn,  Madame,  a  thou-, 
i!mj«r-~Oin^a«»  vMlentlyj-^coaXQixhd  Uui  omm  of  miuel 
{Lxd,  LJiumedltj.)        . ^  ^^^  .  ^  _^        ^      *'*^ 

Mad.  B.  (Lauffhing.)  Hal  ha  I  There  goes  another 
free  advertisement  for  our  cause.  ( Cornea  doivn.)  How  very 
oddly  the  Mayor  looked  at  mo  just  now.  I  wonder  if  he  hiu 
dweovered  anvthmg.  No.  That's  impossible.  Bt^idea.Iean 
d>>  auvthing  I  please  with  him.  I  think  III  tell  Charley 
who  I  am  thougli;  I  might  want  a  friend.  Ah.  here  he 
cornea.  (Enter  Duval,  It.)  Monsieur  Duvall  1  want  to 
Odk  you  a  <iuPstion. 

Duval.    A  dozen,  if  you  will. 
Mad.  B.     Would  you  do  me  a  service  ? 
D0VAL.    Certainly.  ^  I  wbh,  though,  you  would  tell  ma 
who  ^  you  really  are.    You  aronot  a  dressmaker.    Come 

now!  ■•,::.]: 

Mad  B.  Well,  you'll  promise  that  you'll  never  tell  any 
one.  {geckona  h\m  cloee.)  I  am.  {Aaide.)  Shall  I? 
A  am,  sir — 

IXvylh.     (Eagerlt/)    Yes? 

Mad.  ^,    I  am  the  Comtesse  de  Beaudry 

Duval.  (Starts.)  The  Comtessede  Beaudry!  then  vou 
must  be —  "^  '' 

Mad.  B.    Your  Cousin  Mary. 
DuYAL.    Cousin  Maryl    Why— 

\^  Mad.  B.  (Giving him  both  her  Ai'iufftr.)  Yes,  Your  Cousin 
Mary,  who  has  remembered  her  Cousin  Charley  better  thuu 
he  her,  in  spite  of  ten  years.  '' 

Duval.  Why,MavI  you  darling!  Fancy  my  not  reoo<r. 
nizing  you  ^But  r  Jid,  though !  1  ..ai<l  /  ha.l  .een  y<'u 
before,  didn  1 1?    (Tnea  to  embmeeher-xhe  evade,  him.) 

Mad.  B.  Gently,  gently,  Cousin  Charley,  you  mu«t 
remember  that  I  am  no  longer  the  kitten  you  used  to  pin y 
With  years  ago,  but  a  staid,  sober  widow.  *    ■'^ 

Duval.   Oh,  you  are  a  widow !  Thaukhcavcn  for  that ! 


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ItxD.  B.  Ym.  My  unhappy  mnirlwl  lif«  ended  iom* 
yearn  ngo  ia  ilum  te rribU-  iluyn  of  tlio  Itevolution.  Ah,  no 
Hoiuler  vou  did  not  recogniM  me  I  1  h»ve  changed  ladly } 
grown  mi  ttu<l  plain. 

Duval.     You're  mow  ohartnlnff  than  ever ! 

Mad.  B.    11  why  I  wa«  «  wadher-womiui  aU  through 
the  Ueign  of  Terror. 
f   DuVAii.     And  a  dreMmaker  now. 

Mad.  B.  And  the  Comuwue  de  Beaudry  af^aln  locn; 
very  soon.  There  are  better  daya  conjiug,  meiuitiiue  I  work 

and  wait.  ^  ,  ^  ,     .        ,       , 

Duval.    Tlien  you  can  feel  for  mo  who  have  loved  you 

■o  long,  and  waited  for  you  nil  thene  ytam. 

Mad.  B.    Oh,  we  are  both  young  yt't.    Thw  w  Btill  the 

spring-timfli  of  our  Uvea.    Where  would  your  lovo  be  iu  th« 

winter. 

DUET. 

[Madame  B.  and  Duval.] 

THROUGH  BUDTIME  AND  THE  SPRING-TIME. 

Through  bud-time  and  the  spring-time, 
Gi&  youth  and  happv  ring-time. 

While  you  and  I  are  young,  dear, 

Then  lov6  ia  sweet : 
flowera  are  never  fadc<l,  . 

lives  are  never  shaded, 
\  "And  heartH  are  never  wrung,  dear, 
♦      tf       When  lovers  meet. 

But  Vhen  comes  frost  and  blow-^time. 
With  storm,  and  sleet,  and  snow-time, 
And  you  and  I  grow  old,  dear, 
And  cares  come  fast ; 
With  neither  sun  not  flowera       -  -^ —     *  ^ 
To  cheer  these  hearts  of  ours, 

Through  winter  dark  and  cold,  dtitf,— ' 
Will  your  love  last? 

DuEtTO.    I  Y  '  f  ^^'^^^  comes  frost  'and  blow-time,  ■  ' 

With  storm,  and  sleet,  and  Bnow-time,i 
^^  And  you  and  I  grow  old,  dear, 

And  cares  come  fast; 
With  neither  sun  nor  flowera 
To  cheer  these  hearts  of  ours, 


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Tlmm^'h  winter  «lnrk  aii<I  cohl,  dear,-'- 

iWill  your  lovo  Inat,  ) 
My  luvu  m\[  liuU      ) 


{At  the  cloM  of  the  Duet  a  note  it  thrmm  out  of  the  tott^uje 
windoWf  tied  to  a  etone;  Uj'alU  at  their  fed,  Duval  picke 
Huj).)  .  .  • 

PuTAL.    Whftt'n  thi«l      (Reads.)     "Don't   ai^iMir    to 
taku  any  notiw,  hut  vdu  are  wat<he<l.     Th«  Mavor  i«  ffoing  ' 
to  have  you  and  madanio  arreatml  and  M'arcuud.     Your 
(tmui  Mttri«." 

Maik  U.  Searched  I  (Aaide.)  lie's  found  mo  out  I  (She 
taket  letter  from  hie  hand,  goes  vp  stage  a  frut  paeee,  then 
eoiMM  down  hurriedly,' dronuing  the  note.  Pompon  entim, 
Mtealthily,  L.  U.  E.,  and  rler,r,  R.  i\  K.,  then  bulk  iru  to 
pick  up  the  letter.  I*i*  rre  gets  it,  but  cannot  read  it  Pom' 
pon  take9  letter,  reads  it  and  makee  rn'gnu,  pointing  t&  £htvnt 
and  Mad.  B ,  intimating  diecovery  of  a  tecret.  lierre  node 
io  »how  comprehension.     ExUbotn,Ij.  U.K. 

pUVAL.    Arrested  I    Thia  nm»j,t  bo  a  ioke. 

Mad.  B.  No,  it'iun't,  I  know!  Iti*  ail  my  fiiult  1 
have  got  you  into  trouble  by  talking  with  yuu  bo  much. 

DvYAL.    You!  How?  . 

Mad.  B.  Well  I  nmy  as  wc\\  tell  you  everything.  Tliat 
letter  )vad  from  the  Conite  de  Proveuce. 

Duval.    And  you  are? —  _^ 

Mad.  B.    Ilia  agent!    Oh,  you  may  stare— I  am.     H 

Duval.    You  must  destroy  that  letter. 

Mad.  B.  Hero  it  u,  I  Jwut  the  plana  off  to  Paria  long 
•go ;  they're  safe.  ^: 

Duval.    Howf 

Mad.  B.  Oh,  the  Maj^or  was  so  obliging.  He  dis- 
patehed  hia  own  courier  with  them.     (Laughing.) 

Duval.  (Laughing.)  laee!  womau'a  wit  against  the 
world !  but  give  me  thati  letter. 

Mad.B.    What  will  you  do  with  it?    They  will  see  you. 

Duval.    I'll  eat  it 

Mad.  B.    EatitI 

Duval.  Yea,  whynot?  (Potn/«<()f«&/«.)  Everything's* 
ready.  I'll  make  a  sandwich  of  it.  (JSite  at  table  and  cuts 
bread.)   . 

Mad.  B.  How  you  must  have  improvod^^sihco  I  saw  you. 
last    Ytju  had  no  taste  for  letters  tlien.  • 

Duval.  At  ifll  events  I  shall  have  a  good  tasife  now, 
thanka  to  your  bright  eyes. 


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( Oferlrig  butter  om, a  Inife.)     Butter. 
(^vl  scciiiffit.)   No,\it  ioa't.  (Scci  butter.)  Oh ! 


Mad.  B. 

,Jl^'')'-    --; ^.w   *.v.....o.u 

(^ii.!/:e.i  butter.)    Is  nnyWlv  coniihfr  vet? 
•^.ALvD.B.    (Lookhigof,'L.)    Yes,*  tlio  Mayor.    Do  mako 
iiastc!  jM-ay  nmkc  haste!  ;         ' 

DuvAt.    Take  it  coolly.  I  say,'  Cousiu  Mary,  tell  me  i 
may  hope.  . 

Mad.  B.     Perhaps  I    Oh,  jnav  be  quick  1 
.     PuVAU    I'd  eat  fifty  letters,  all  siiif  parchment,  a  vard 
long,  witli  that  for  a  relish!    Fortunately  this  is  very  thin 
paper.    Then  the  silk  business?— 

_  Mad.^B     Is  the  restoration  of  the  rightful  heirto  the 
throne  of  Fraijce,  the  Conite  deProven.ee. 

Duval.  By  Jove!  and  I'nvan  active  partner  in  tho 
concern.  {Befjina  to  eat.)  I'm  swallowing  the  pi^fita 
already,  *^ 

{inters  thejffyor,  Biachmith  aud  Pierre,  L.     i>mal  howi 
to  the  Ma\j{frii'omcallij,  dill  eating.) 

Duval  (Recitative.)  My  dear  sir,  allow  me  to  offer  rou 
a  sauflwich,  I  cannv)t  particularly  recommend  them,  thev're 
very  toudi,  very  tough.  •  '       •' 

.Af  AD.  B.^  Al,;  my  dear  Mayor!  (Laughing:)  Where  have 
you  been  hiding  yourself?    You  never  caiiie  to  a:ik  me  lor  • 
a  dance.  ' 

Mayor.    I'll  give  you  a  dance  presently,  madame,  and 
you  too,  monsieur.    (Adde.)    I'll  frighten  them. 
Duval.    Thanks,  but  I  don't  dance  slow  dances. 
Mayor.    Ifever  fear,  the  one  I  propose  will  be  fast  enoucrh    " 
for  your  t^ste.     i  Infold 8  proclamation.). 
.Mad.  B.    (Mide  to  Duval)    He  means mischie£ 
IJuvAL.    (Aside.)    Old  porcupine  I  let  him  I 
Mayor.    a?6af^)^   "  A  most  dangerous  conspirator  aiid 
pronounced  lioyalist  is  known  to  be  now  somewhere  iu  dis- 
guise^oa  the  western  coast.    She  is  in  communication  with 
the  Comt^e'^de^  Provence,  and  probably  carries  valuable 
papers,    feee  that  all  suspicious  persons  are  immediately 
arrested ^and    closely   searchul.       She     has    a^sli-lit 
.scar  on  her  left  arm,  and  her  real  fiamo  is  the  C(?m- 
tess^  de  Baaudiv  " .    (^Mad  :me  Bar  rie  gives  a  slight  start,) 
Mlol  Ayhat's  this!     Why  I  believe  she  is  the  Countess 
atter  alll    Ah,  you  turn  pale.  Madame  Barric!  Widow 
Barriel  mantua-makcr,  from  Paris!    Oblige  me.  Madame 
l^arrie,  mantua-maher,  from    Paris,  by  uncovenn«r    that 
cnarming  hft  arm  of  yoiirs;    (lie  tries  to  take  her  hand, 
iihe  hastUg  wdhdraws  it.)  '  So  I  so  I 


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Gutter. 

ej  butter.)  Oh  I 

or.    Do  mako 

ary,  tell  mc  I 

liment,  a  ynrd 
J  is  very  thin 

ill  heirto  tho 

partner  in  tho 
I    the    pi^fit3 

Duval  bows 

e  to  offer  you 
them,  they're 

Where  have 
to  ask  uiu  lor  * 

Daadamc,  and 

jm, 

mces^       ,  \ 

e  fast  enough 

»ehie£ 

I  ;  :•.:  v.r';/  ■  ..' 

spirator  and 
khere  iu  dU- 
(ication  with 
•ics  valuable 
immediately 
s  a  -slight  : 
13  the  Coii^- 
slifflif  star^) 
he  Countess 
ric!  Widow 
ao,  Madame 
rering  that 
s  her  hand. 


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MAb.  B.    Sir,  you  are  rude ! 

Mayor.  Charming  wjdowl  fascinating  widow!  you 
weren't  very  civil  to  me  this  morning.  It's  my  turn  now. 
(Hums,)    Bay  vcs,  yea,  yes. 

Mad.  B.  (lluma.)  Say  no,  no,  no.  I  refuse,  monsieur. 
Certainly  not !  How  dare  you !  %  You  insult  me  because  I 
am  onl^  a  mantua-makcr,  as  you  know  very  well.  If  I 
were  this  Countess  of  yours  I  warrant  you  would  speak  dif- 
ferently. -^Vliatl  do  I  look  like  a  Countess?  Imbed  I 
( JVdlks  across  the  stage  ungracefully.)  Do  I  speak  like  a 
Ctfuntess?  (Speaking  coarsely.)  Have  I  the  aire  of  a 
Countess?  No,  monsic^ir,  I  am  ofte  of  the  people.  May  all 
Countesses  get  their  deserts,  I  say. 

r  IMayor.  {Slowly  ani^sarcastically.)  Very  well,  wait 
madame,  ril  call  some  af  iha  people  to  examine  you* 
{Ooesup  back  and  beckoti8\K  L.f 

Duval.  (AsideioMad.\)  Wh&tvfillyoudo?  Shall 
I  wring  his  neck?        -^-^^  g 

Mad.  B.  Oh,  never  fear;  I  can  manage  my  mare— 
Take  it  coolly.    CapitaJ  fun,  isn't  it  ? 

Duval.    lAside.)    Well,  I  don't  know,  you've  got  a  big 
jump  before  you,  give  her  her  he&d. 
_Mad.  B.    (As^e.)    Not  II    I  always  ride  on  the  curb. 
You'll  see  what  a  splendid  hand  I  have  directly. 
{During  the  foregoing  asides  the  chorus  has  been  filing  in,  L, 
,^   "U.  U.)  .       ,  '.  /^-i'   .       ,  ■'  .  - 

Mad.  B..  (Turning  to  the  chorus  and  interrupting  the 
Mayor  who  is  going  to  speak,)  {Recitative.)  Friends,  our 
good  Itfayor  called  you  to  Hear  a  little  song  which  I  have 
composed  in  honor  of  his  birthday.  {Aside  to  MayorA 
iNow,  you'd  better  listen. 

V  SONG  Jd^D  CHORUa 

:':/■' ■:-fr'-'''^_  ; :  ■  ■  [Mad. B.J  •;■;■:'./'/■/ 

THE  MAYOR  OF  ST.  BRIEUX. 

A  Mayor  of  St.  Brieux,  so  my  story  goes,  ^ 

Was  but  five  foot  four  when  he  stood  on  his  to2s, 
ChoeU»— Was  but  five  foot  four,  etc. 

• :',;,;.  -f 

He  was  sixty-nine,  and  he  wore  a  wig ; 
But  though  he  was  little,  hb  wishes  were  big. 
CeoRL^g— Etc  was  sixty-nine,  etc. 


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He  was  tir6d,he  said,  of  a  bachelor  life ; 
He  wanted  a  nurse,  but  he  wished  for  a  wife, 
llow^shairrmarry  ?  and  whatshall  I  do? 
What  shall  I  do?  said  the  Mayor  of  St.  Brieux 
Ghoru8.^How  shaH  I  mar^,  eta  " 

A  W^T??"°^  71?*"^  <^«™«  trav'ling  that  W. 
And  theilayor  fell  in  love,  head  aniears  iu  a  day. 
CHOBU8.-And  the  Mayor  fellin  love,  etc.       ^l 

He  vowed  that  he  never  had  s^n  such  a  pne. 
So  charming  a  widow,  not  under  the  sun. 
•CHORVs.--He  vowed  that  he  never,  etc 


■  Couldnt  she  wouldn't  she  marry  a  Mayor? 

She  d  have  silks,  and  brocades,  and  fine  satins  to  wear 
And  a  gallant  gay  husband,  if  not  very  newf  •' 

1-1-1.  ^^dn  t  she  wry  the  Mayor  of  St.  irieux  f    1^ 
'     Chorus.— And  rf^allant,  etc. 

Jfe,^?r^''1^°1^'^*^*?^^'*^en  he  sighed-     • 

Oruel  and  phvsic  are  not,  sir,  iu  mine ; 
.  Chorus.— Wooing  and  cooing,  etc,        .        • 

^.I^^''"'  ^^  '^'  ^"*  ^'^  rather  notwed 
feuch  a  funny  old  man  with  no  hair  on  his  head- 

Thankpu,iind  sir,  but  I  can't  marry  yo^ 
/^HORLs.— iJiank  you,  kindsir,  etc. 

Mayor.    My  dear  Madame  Barrie,  that^  a  funny  son^ 
of  yours,  upon  my  word.  »     «^»  »  lunnysong. 

.  MAD.B.  Such  asiUy  old  man/ wasn't  he  to  think 
-that  any  pretty  pman  would  mar^yhim?  Zt  ^  a  ^ood 
loke  r  must  seu^t  to  the  papers.  ?oor  oldboy  wSd 
..  Uthe  laughing^  stock  of  ^ifpiris  if  the  story  ^tout^mr 
ticularly  when  it  was  added  that  he  has  Sfrfy  bL^"' 
warding  letters  to  Royalists  in  Pa,is  fi.^S^te'l  ■ 


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in  t  R^  cI^U^  leturs  of  youxs  to  the  littfe  ^6p 

n  ^t^'  f   J^V"^®  ^^^'-^"^  *<>  the  little  shop  in  the  Rue 
Carabacel,  which  you  have  so  kindly  forwaricd;  contained 
8llJ^earrangem|Dts  for  the  restoration  of  the  Comto  do 
Irorgnce.    Ah,  I  told  you  you  underrated  yoiir  Bervices. 
Mayor.    And  you  are  really  this  Comtic  I 

T.  ivV^l  m\\.^  "^'^^^  ?™*     pome,  my  fellow-conspirator 

shall  I  tell  these  good  folks.^abotitk?  -    -^  ' 

Mayor.    Why  I  shall  be  ruinedl  -  * 

Map.  B.    Most  certainly.  >  •     - 

.Mayor.    They  would  xhink  notiing    in    Paj^   of- 

iMakes  stgn  of  beheading.)    .  • 

_  Mayob.    Madame,  you  are  a,  clever  woman !    The  came 
woJ^sto/here?""*''  ""  ''■f^P'.  b"V  C«i.i.«./.Wyoa 


Su  ^^^fl-^"^'^^*  *"V^^?^^-  HprQr'as  a  falror,  you 
shall  have  thia  rosette  of  niine  to  wear,  in  memory  of  the 
charaHng^widow.  i,PimroMteon  his^reaat/hefxt  first  ob- 
jeem^^r but  aft^rwarda  giving  ivaij.)  , 

Mayor'  Madame,  you  are  a  witch. 

Mad.  B.    No,  only,  a  woman.    '  * 

JUyor.    Ah,  |t*s  the  s^me  ihiog. 

M'ad.B.  Bless^emanl  He's  only  just  found  that  put  1 
(CrosgettoDuvaiyBlatkmitheomeafortoard^       ' 

BlaciCsmith.    I  sav :  what  aiwut  this  arrest? 

V  Jf   '*V^^'  A"^f  ^^^*  •''^^    My.dear  BouTllei,  you 
"must  be  very  drunk.  "' •'^ /* 

J^LAbKSMirH.    But,  Monsieur  le  Mayor-^   - 
/     Mator.    Can  you  keep  a  secret? 
Blacksmith.    LikeAnanvil. 

^  /m'^^-.l   (^«*%  Aim  *y  Me  orm.)     You're  a  fool! 

(Blachmiihstorta:)    And  I'm  another.    Shake  hands! 
*  C  Th^  shake  hands,  and  Blacksmith  goes  back,  looking  puzzled, 
J^nter  Maney  running  mth  l^er^,)        y 
MAmi&,    Monsieur  DuVal !   Monsieur  *  Duval  I    here's 
.your  letter;^ and  here's  a  bi^  one  for  y6u,«ir.     (Gii;«  a 
^aematch  to  the  Mayor  and  a  letter  to  Duval.) 
.Mayor.    (Headm)    "The  Runt's  conspiracy  is  all  over. 
You  may  relax  your  vigilancei    Orders  for  arrests  all  can- 


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celled."    Phew!     Jlcre's  a  relief ;  ju3t  in  time,  tool    The, 
Tvidow  may  go  and  get  huug  el^rcwhore.  ^  -Hurrah !  . 

Duval:  fAVc/</..)  "Houoredsir.  AH  right.  Tlid  Count 
won  in  a  cantor.  I  t..ia  yoii  Bouy  Ci^uUlu't  Btaj%  Como 
over  03  qnick  as  possible.     Vnv  ou  Toii>  auiaiers  ground, 

Hurrah !  Bravo !  the  Count  has  woi  the  DcrUy I  (Goes 
ro»jid    sluiklng   hundo,)  .  Two'  thousand    pouuds    clear! 

Hurrah!  ^  ^.  i  ..    ^  '• 

MAYOit.  What's  that?    Then  you're  not  a  coa^pirator  ? 

•  Duval.  Conspirator !  I !     Why,'Gf  course  not. 
MayoU.  And  "Bouv"  and  th6"  Count  "are  ?— 

'     Dl'A'al.    Hoi-^eal     What  else  should  tluy  be? 

Mayor.  {Conunfffi-oiifrasi>h:)  It  St  likes  me  that  I'm 
iather  like  one  mvself— ears  a^liulo  longer,  perhaps.  AVhat 
a  niess  I  have  made,  of  it!  Of  coui-j=e  he's  a  horse  jockey. 
Those. Englishmen  alwavs^are,  when  thty  are  not  prize 
fiijiters.  AVell,  I  liav'n't  coinmittcd  myself,  fortunately. 
iT<Kati(Uence.)  No  one  knows  what  an  ass  I've  been,  cx- 
crpt .you.    A'ou'll  keep  tlie  secret;  won't  you ?     {Uitm.) 

/'fc5ay-yes,ycs,  yes."\   .,:.;■:::  /■•.;■.,     „  .  .  ■;  ;:.;  >  •  .' \ 

.■:-■■■'  ■^•FINAL:€HOIiUS,;,;:._    .:\^./   ~\  ;  V 

Cnokus.    '  ';■'■.  ^  '--    '  ■^' .  '  ■  ■  ■"  ■  '■  ■    - 

-    Hail!  hail!  Hail!  hail! 
Kail  to  his  honor,  ther  Mayor  of  St.  Brieux.     "> 
-:     Garlands. we  bring  and^oses  w^trew,^ 

Hail  to  his  honor,  the  Mayor  oDSt.  Brieux," 

'        '  The  Mavor  of  St.  Brieux,  the  Mayor  of  St.  Bricux, 

Hail  to  Ids  honor,  the  Mayor  of  St.  Brieux. 

Mayor.  -         ,    ^      '  \<.  '        V     / 

Thanks,  ray*  good  friendsj  for  the  honor  you  do,   , 

•  Take,  prav,  the  thankifof  the  Mayor  of  St  Bricux. 
Oisidc.)  If  his' proicjeedings  these  folks  only  knew,    ,  ^ 

They  ^•ouldn'tihon9r  tha  Mayor  of  St.  Brieux. ' 

/  Dear  Monsieur  lej  Mayor,  though  you  pick  out  a  spy^v 
•And  see  through  a  plot  ^yith  that  wonderful  eye,     ^ 
Come,  my  dear  sir,  now,  between  me  and  vou,  " 
Arc  vou  ^o  clever,  friend  Mayor  of  St.  Bricux  ?       - 

BLACKSMItn.        .  .        V      Vi-       -•         ^    ^ 

'^f  v  What  it  all  means  is  more  than  I  know^ 
:   .     ^acksmith.<,  Of  coursp,' aro  tliiclt-hcadcd  and  slo\v; 
"    All  that  Fvc  learnt,  \rhy  I  lon^fago  knew.  .       ,        r 
There  was  never  a  MuVor  like  the  Mayor  of  St.  1>ficux. 


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Lam  the  Secret  u\ gent  of  roU^»e;      ,     ,     , 
A  scciTt  I  cau  now  di:»eovi  i\ 
Tliis  I^rudiime  Barrie  h—i  ^ncacs)^ 
.r  -     "      Aiidriorrc—  -  '     .  .-    , 

;•    (Itn^u  goes  back  /rf.y  .^^u./.A../..«m/  ..c.:.^»i;rto. 

,,  icntiu:) .,  -  •:.-.■  '    /•  :  /■  • 

All  that  lie's  learnt,  \vliy  ^y?  ^oivif  apvkucxr.  ^    ^     _ 
■  There  ua.  never  a  >%or  like  the  Mayor  ot M.  LikUx. 

:       ^'''  Kpi i)L.e,  mydoar  Mayor,  rvon^.cr.t  to  tclL 

V^^-'''''''      Will  you  bo  quiet?  ria  not  very  Weill- 

T'iTit*rE,  ■  ■  *■.  ■        "  .^  ■  .■' "    ■  ~  '■■■■.  -     .,■■-■■' 

Say  tlmt-you'U  roarry  me,  then,  if  I  don't! 

/  -  Marie.'-' .■  '  ■:    .  ■  ■"  ■  -■  -  . 

;  WhaCeit!  youlbrcomiol  Ah,:Rrenthcn,  I  wou't.t 


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PiEUUE.    y^^^-iij^i^^re'sniyhand.   I f  I  d;.  nmrv  you, 
/        "     Don't  you  tell  talcd  to  the  Mayor  ot  tet.  i»noux. 

■      "  Fair  Tv^idow  I  "—you  know  thcTCst, 
Prav,  never  mind,  you  did  your  lK--t. 
"  Kext  time  you  «.k,  sav  soinethin^rncvv,  .  ^ 

^    Gallant  gajrbaehelor,  ^layar  ot  fct.  L: laix 

MAYop.    C  To  aM(?/cHc^O 
-     What  an  escape  i  have  had,  to  be  FUro ; 
I  .Once  I  get  clear,  I'll  not  trv  any  ">ore. 
If  i  had  marri(id  a  woman  lute  that, 

She  would  hav6  lod  mo  the  lile  of  a  eat. 

CliORUS-What  doc.  he  mean  1)V  talUin^  HUo  that? 
"  M'ho  would  hiive  hd  hiuLthe  KD  of  a  eat?    ^ 

•      '   Moral  :-ea  widow  is  best  loft  iihrnc,  ;  '', 

She'll  have  her  own  way,  and  you  will  hiivj  none,  ^ 
•       So  should  a  widwv  seem  charmxng;to  y^;U. 
•      Thiuk  of  the  fate  of  tha  Mayor  oti-.t.  brieux.^ 


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(Two  ffirh  advancfi /from  chorus  with  wreaths  of  roses; 
thci/ place  u  urcitih  oil  his  head.)   »  • 

CnoRus--HailI  htiill  hail  I  hail! 

«    Hail  to  liU  huuor,  the  Mayor  of  St.  Brieux. 

Garlands  we  bring,  and  roses  we  strew, 
Hail  to  his  honoV,  the  Mayor  of  St.  Brieux, 
The  flavor  of  St.  Brieux,' the  lilayof  of  St.  BricUx. 
Hail  to  his  houor,  the  Mayor  of  JSi.  Brieux. 

'  Mad.  B.    The  Mayor.    Duval. 

Pierre. 
' ^   Marie.  .   ■'*" ' 

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